Ry Kincaid's poems have appeared in recent issues of The Honey Land Review, Poetry Flyer, and Identity Theory.
His collection of humorous writings, "Sexycash", was published in 2002. His historical baseball play, "The Rajah
of Saint Louis", premiered last year. Kincaid has a master's degree in playwriting from the University of
Missouri-Kansas City.
His collection of humorous writings, "Sexycash", was published in 2002. His historical baseball play, "The Rajah
of Saint Louis", premiered last year. Kincaid has a master's degree in playwriting from the University of
Missouri-Kansas City.
Ry Kincaid
Sheltered from Purpose
Home
is a tired poem, a three-by-five tattered in the worn Betty Crocker,
a chokehold from the coasts, a clean four-by-four in the two-door garage.
Home
is a blue canoe, the bound rakes in the shed, a femur broken from the
tree fall, or pretending to fish off the stone wall of Billy’s backyard.
What's in a name? asks Home. (good point)
Label her lady and you'll be accused of giving
her meaning when she is just mortar not mortal.
Not living.
She's a house.
Home
is grandmother's Bible or mystery novel, pages that aged like her cookbook
but felt fewer fingers from mother and mother and daughter on tile and counter.
Home
is a whitewater raft not close to the river but on the front porch where neighbors
can see you and Billy imagining oaring the waves to the coast, east/west of now.
Home
is a tired poem, a three-by-five tattered in the worn Betty Crocker,
a chokehold from the coasts, a clean four-by-four in the two-door garage.
Home
is a blue canoe, the bound rakes in the shed, a femur broken from the
tree fall, or pretending to fish off the stone wall of Billy’s backyard.
What's in a name? asks Home. (good point)
Label her lady and you'll be accused of giving
her meaning when she is just mortar not mortal.
Not living.
She's a house.
Home
is grandmother's Bible or mystery novel, pages that aged like her cookbook
but felt fewer fingers from mother and mother and daughter on tile and counter.
Home
is a whitewater raft not close to the river but on the front porch where neighbors
can see you and Billy imagining oaring the waves to the coast, east/west of now.