Ted Kniffen : Writing

The Struggle

The Struggle

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


The Struggle I’d save you all if I could trust myself. But, I can’t save myself if I don’t trust yo..
Empty Rooms

Empty Rooms

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


EMPTY ROOMS We cannot return to dance in vacant rooms. To weep within crumpled paint; or bounce screams agains..
On His First Death

On His First Death

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


On His First Death The dream never varies. It begins with my mother screaming hysterically in my grandfather’s kitchen. ..
Harvest

Harvest

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Harvest Deep-rooted farmer tends to his field, hastens to gather the end of the yield. Between fading rows a harvester gl..
Africa Escaping Villanelle

Africa Escaping Villanelle

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Africa Escaping In front of us, Africa escaping savannah and jungle to die behind us. The Cape withdrawing before a cy..
Africa Escaping

Africa Escaping

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Vacation Idea
Father

Father

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Father I see you in the sagging face of an old man in baggy clothes wandering dirty streets rheumy eyes sh..
Trumpet

Trumpet

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Trumpet Midnight. The air clings like a wet towel to the skin. Sleep does not come. Sticky sheets ..
Still I Wait

Still I Wait

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Still I Wait Still I wait for her familiar step that does not come. Still, I wait for her calming voice callin..
Leila Pepper

Leila Pepper

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


An old poet from my hometown