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Kirk lives out in the Alabama backwoods with his wife and partner, Jerri, and too many dogs, cats and birds. He has been writing poetry and fiction for over 20 years but only recently has been willing to submit his work for publication. So far he has been published in The Aurorian and Penny Dreadfull, as well as Alternative Harmonies. He has just published a book of Slam Poetry with Jerri, Two Slam Too. He has been performing Slam Poetry for two years and is on the Montevallo 2000 Slam Team which will be competing in the Southern Fried Regional Poetry Fest in Americas, Ga. He is also the alternate for the Birmingham 2000 Slam Team for nationl competition this year. |
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My Dance So I dance To a slightly different beat On a very different drum, My rhythm is deep And sometimes hard to hear But it's easy And it moves me Even in silence. I didn't learn this step At the sock hop Or junior prom But on a path That leads past gurgling creek moats Between pine towers And into a clearing Where the moon sings. I just can't seem to catch That neon bright Fast frame Crest of the wave beat, But I don't mind Because if my motion is pleasant to the Creator And I can meet his gaze When my time comes, Who are you to tell me How to dance? |
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