Kevin Kuzma

QUOTABLE

WELCOME TO THE SITE

Words are my only evidence that I have a shadow in this world. Only with a commitment to notebook and pen, early mornings in cold leather-backed chairs or empty dining room tables - and opening my senses - am I able to coax them out.

Play, Play, Play
Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

Big, blue sky. Yellow sunshine. Jumping on my shadow. Raising my arms. Watching the long bends fall to my side. Throwing an inflatable ball into the back basketball goal with every hope that it will go in. Sweet smells from new flower beds and budding plants floating to my nose, just arriving on the gentle breeze. I had a toy batmobile with two slots for Batman and Robin. I pushed that around the sand and what spilled on the pavement. (more…)

First of Spring
Sunday, March 29th, 2009

After a final snow, the sun broke and spread spring freely through the neighborhoods, the farm fields and the slummy parking lots. Filled with puddles of melting snow and bodies misshapen from months of eating indoors and no exercise, the lazy people were stretching on the walks from their cars to the grocery store’s sliding doors, the chill gone from the air and the briskness gone from their walks. Contentment is easy to find on a day like this, sunny and in the 40s, the wind light and with a chill layered in it, but not as threatening as February’s brutality. The sinster feeling fled on the carrying clouds. (more…)