Stephen Kampa

I feel less lonely when I watch TV: The heartbreak and the healing both go quicker, And Marketing’s best minds keep courting me As though my name were capping a marquee— . . . . Continue Reading »

Deep in the country of unbroken clouds, The sundry broken crowds Have wondered for unnumbered years what lies Beyond their numbed gray skies. Some have spun rumors, flimsy as wet straw” A peasant weaver saw Twilled clouds unravel and a golden reed Spike earthward at the speed Of light; a . . . . Continue Reading »