Spirit Senses Complete Anthology 1992-2022 by Kevin M. Klerks
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Kindle $3.99
Paperback $9.99
Hardcover $20.31
This book was released under several different volumes and two editions in 2022. As we move forward into the next year I have taken all of those publications and created a single anthology of my poetry and prose. The previous volumes will no longer be available for purchase.
Kevin is a Canadian author who has been writing poetry and prose since the age of 13. He was born and raised in Chesley, Ontario, Canada and attended elementary and secondary school in the community graduating with an Ontario Secondary School Diploma in 1989. Kevin has lived in many places across Canada including Ontario, Nunavut and Alberta, and for several years in Ohio. Kevin is divorced and currently residing in Canada.
The morning came cold, cold like winter, cold like death. I felt the wind blow, it chilled my fingers, it chilled my soul. The snow danced, upon my windowsill, white flakes of frozen fire. I looked out the window, to the darkness of morn, and waited for the dawn. In the coldest winter nights, my thoughts of you keep me warm. You may have rejected my advances and denied me the pleasure of experiencing all the beautiful curves of your body, but in my mind, I have made love to you for one thousand nights. When I think of you my heart still beats faster and my body aches to feel your warm flesh pressed next to mine. Amid the coldest nights my thoughts of our bodies melting together keeps me safe and warm.
Kevin is a Canadian author who has been writing poetry and prose since the age of 13. He was born and raised in Chesley, Ontario, Canada and attended elementary and secondary school in the community graduating with an Ontario Secondary School Diploma in 1989. Kevin has lived in many places across Canada including Ontario, Nunavut and Alberta, and for several years in Ohio. Kevin is divorced and currently residing in Canada.
The morning came cold, cold like winter, cold like death. I felt the wind blow, it chilled my fingers, it chilled my soul. The snow danced, upon my windowsill, white flakes of frozen fire. I looked out the window, to the darkness of morn, and waited for the dawn. In the coldest winter nights, my thoughts of you keep me warm. You may have rejected my advances and denied me the pleasure of experiencing all the beautiful curves of your body, but in my mind, I have made love to you for one thousand nights. When I think of you my heart still beats faster and my body aches to feel your warm flesh pressed next to mine. Amid the coldest nights my thoughts of our bodies melting together keeps me safe and warm.
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