Kenneth S. is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he reach the youth of another culture as an instructor of the most despised of secondary school subjects. In his free time, he watches too many movies to count and reads less than that cute, animated worm with gynormous glasses.
He thinks the success of his poetry is due to the fact that radiation from aging, stationery nuclear weapons found its way into the local water supply. His writing can be quirky, obscurantist and pessimistic, but bits of optimism can found within if the readers searches for it.
If anything, Kenneth S. is glad to have a found welcome and acceptance among the other rhetoric flourishists and misfits that call the Writer's Cafe home. He says thanks to all of them.
My first book of poetry, MagicLuck, can be found here
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