admin – Moonstone: The Writing of Kenneth D. Reimer

“This Fallen Church”

In this erstwhile church, now a woman’s home, framed images transcend the ancient myth that gave birth to this scared structure: A painting of a nude sprawled on a bed, she’s a redhead; An acrylic rendering of a master’s sketch distorted by

April 24, 2024 admin

“The Killers”

The Killers Rhythmic breathing in an alien world – raucous bubbles respond to the slow whisper of exhalation. Above and below. Earth and sea. We lie beneath sixty feet of water, clutching stone blocks while silent killers slide amongst us. The sharks

March 26, 2024March 26, 2024 admin

“The Articles of Redemption”

It’s always with mixed feelings that I put a cap on a short story, and this one is no exception. (It’s actually not that short.) I’ve worked on this so long that I’ve grown fond of the characters, and I don’t want

March 25, 2024March 26, 2024 admin

Welcome to my Little Corner of the Internet

If you look around here, you’ll find a collection of my recent and archived works, as well as a few links to some other websites. Hang out, check out some of the pages, and see if there is something you like. Feel

December 11, 2020December 11, 2020 admin

New Poetry

Morning in the Bay

A literal watercolour,

the reflections of trees

stretch from the opposite shore

in elongated pastel smudges –

a palette of muted greens

with thumb smears of black

that mark the dark spaces

between branches.

The weathered bone trunk

of a dead fir

becomes a line of dramatic white.

Above the liquid sky,

a bird swims across the bay,

trailing a long, thin line

of diminishing light.

A gull calls out

and then answers its own cry,

the flight of white wings

above dark water.

The smooth canvas

is rippled by a surfacing fish,

crafting widening circles

of concentric darkness and light.

Then the rising sun

ignites the mountainside –

a wide, horizontal ribbon

of shifting amber light

brushed wide beneath misted clouds

that obscure a rock-crowned summit.

With thumping wings,

a midnight raven

settles nearby –

the scratch of talons on bark.

Wreathed in an emerald blur,

a purring hummingbird

spears dripping nectar.

A sleeping boat rumbles awake,

unties the lines of dreams,

then, bleary-eyed,

makes its way out

toward the open water.

Kenneth D. Reimer

This poem is a reflection on the inadequacy of words, and, for me, it poses questions my motivation in writing. If my mastery of the language is unequal to what I’ve seen, who am I writing for?

About an hour’s boat ride from Horse Shoe Bay, there rises from the ocean a small hillock of land called Gambier Island. I was there to visit friends and on one morning, I had gotten up before my hosts and gone out on their deck to watch the water in West Bay.

It was a calm morning, and the water moved in a slow ripple where ridges and depressions rolled along catching the weak light in liquid reflections. Birds had come alive and traced their passing in flashes of light and tiny, talon waves. Small ships groaned awake and moving reluctantly toward the day.

*This poem was first published by Four Tulips, an online literary journal. Here is the link: Four Tulips.

Links

The following is a list of links for my short works that have been recently published. Feel free to check these out and send a little love to these on-line journals and other publications.

The City Key, an online journal dedicated to experiences related to living in cities, has published two poems of mine—“Drowning” and “Writing on Napkins.” In my two poems, I express the juxtaposition of hope and dismay that I experienced working nights in a bar.

The City Key

“Requiem,” a short story of mine, has just been published by Scribeworth Magazine (volume 1, issue 3). This is an online literary magazine—free to read, and I’m proud to be a part of it.

To me, this is a story of quiet defiance. It is an assertion of irrepressible humanity in the midst of another essential human characteristic.

Scribeworth Magazine

Across the Margin, an online journal, has just published a poem/short story of mine called “Flight.” I think they’ve done a very nice job with it.

This piece is an experiment. I love the Haiku form, and I was curious how it would translate into prose—not the prescriptive line lengths, but the manner in which Haiku takes two disparate ideas and transforms them into one. Each image or thought, reflects on the other, and we learn something new regarding them both. Somewhat unimaginatively, I call it a Prose Haiku.

For anyone interested, here is the link: Across the Margin.

Graveside Press, an American publishing company, has included a poem of mine in an anthology of horror poetry called Gathered Here Today. My poem, a light-hearted horror poem about an encounter in a graveyard, is called “The Song of the Corpse.” Here is a link to the publisher’s website: Graveside Press.

“Vancouver Night” and “Water and Sky,” two poems I wrote while on the west coast of British Columbia, have been published by a beautiful online literary journal called the Saint Katherine Review.

“Minotaur,” a short story published by Thrilling Tales in an anthology called Litbop: Art and Literature in the Groove. It is available from Amazon.com and Amazon.ca in both print and ebook.

“Love and Ashes,” a poem published in The Passionfruit Review.

“The Avalanche and the Whale,” a travel article published in The NightWriter Review.

“A Paper Koan,” a short story published in the Whisk(e)y Tit journal.

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“The Child in the Garden,” a science fiction story published in Issue 2 of The Genre Society.

For anyone interested in visiting some of my other sites, here are some useful links. To purchase a copy of my novel, Zero Time, Ebooks and Paperbacks can be ordered from a multitude of sites. Here are a few of their links: Barnes & Nobel, Kobo, Apple Books, Smashwords, Amazon.com, and Amazon.ca. If you are interested in my collection of travel videos, check out my Youtube channel at Youtube.

I also have to fledgling accounts, one on Facebook and one on X. These are new, so I haven’t posted that much yet, but I will spend some time on them.