Kevin Carman Writes

Poems, short stories, essays and words by Kevin Carman

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Another Use For a White sheet

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Stinky did not like this neighborhood. “You didn‘t tell me the job was over here Wez.”
“huh- uh.” Wez chortled, “Then you wouldn’t have come. And I need you.”
They turned left onto Rhodesia Avenue, deep in the heart of Lakewood. A district of southeast Atlanta. This was a particularly rough area, in a place that was all rough areas. It was early. Just after dawn. Wez was trying to take advantage of a prematurely warm, late winter day. In the shadows you could still see the urchins of the night. Waiting for one more crack head to come rolling up. Looking for one more twenty of the hard, to get thru the morning. This was the transition time. Read the rest of this entry »
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Written by kevincarman

February 24, 2010 at 7:05 pm

The Solidness of Roads

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It was a sunny summer day on the sleepy garden isle. He was headed to the point at Kalihiwai bay. Riding a borrowed cruiser from his long time friend, and carrying a pack full of gear. The old road was overgrown and curvy. Like a meandering river. Downhill all the way. Tropical jungle encroached from all sides. The fruit trees were choke full. Their first real abundance since the hurricane hit eight months earlier.
Iniki devoured Kauai. Choked up on him, then spit him back out all chewed and shredded. There were signs of the fight everywhere still. Corrugated metal rooftops littered the jungle canopy in the more inaccessible places.  Other areas were stripped clear to the dirt, and just now beginning to return. Read the rest of this entry »

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February 24, 2010 at 6:41 pm

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Baked Potato

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It was quitting time, and they were tired. They had been going at it hard since seven that morning.  Shaping and setting large boulders for big water falls in a massive backyard lagoon. The sun had just disappeared behind the horizon, and a cool Florida night was settling in.  Luke took a final swig off the bottle of beer his boss had given him. He looked for somewhere to toss it, but the jobsite was spotless. He tossed it into the floorboard of the truck. Read the rest of this entry »

Written by kevincarman

February 24, 2010 at 6:14 pm

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