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Worlds Without
Worlds Without
Worlds Without
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Worlds Without

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N. Kay Kerr's Worlds Without is an inaugural collection of poems.  Eclectic thematically and stylistically, there is something to be found here for all readers.

 

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PublisherN. Kay Kerr
Release dateAug 30, 2023
ISBN9798215332917
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N. Kay Kerr

N, Kay Kerr is a whisper thin pen name that did not exist prior to the idea of publishing the poetry collection Worlds Without.  Born into the tail end of Gen X they have been around a few blocks and done quite a few things.  But the desire to keep this writing separate from their day job and any baggage of prior doings is... nontrivial.  Even if much of the writing is about, or heavily influenced by, the very same baggage.

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    Worlds Without - N. Kay Kerr

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    While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

    WORLDS WITHOUT First edition.

    August 30, 2023.

    Copyright © 2023 N. Kay Kerr.

    Written by N. Kay Kerr

    Art by Desirée Kern

    I grew up in a household that largely had poetry in place of music, my father having a love of literature and unable to carry a tune in a bucket. Even a bucket with a lid. This collection is dedicated to him.

    It is as diverse and eclectic as I could make it in just under a year and a half of moderate isolation and otherwise fairly banal living. Love you Daddy, do try to keep your thumbs attached.

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    Special thanks to Noam and Meg

    (I have tried my best, but as things stand the print version is the preferred formatting)

    Worlds Without

    Table of Contents

    Worlds Without

    Another Lock To Pick

    Somnia

    Body of Betrayal

    Marred

    DRF

    Alive

    Whetted and Worn

    Gaslight

    Lightning

    Hope

    Laughter

    Warmth

    Self Protective Pool

    Snow

    Castle

    Synapse

    Lift

    Shadows

    To Bed

    Time Slips

    Storm Watch

    Barbed Wire

    Paralysis

    Breathe

    Dog Hair

    How To Fly

    Poltergeist

    Ver 1

    Ver 2

    Ver 3

    Ver 4

    Ver 5

    Long Way Near

    City Cantos

    City Sky

    City of Cranes

    City Planning

    Boxes

    Fairy Cantos

    Frostbite

    The Fairy Queens

    The Kings

    Doors

    The Court of the Winter, The Court of the North

    The Cycle

    The Magical Mister Underhill

    Nettle, Thistle, and Thorn

    Gown - Part I

    Gown - II

    Monsters

    Night Market

    Another Lock To Pick

    Salty sweaty slick

    Lick

    Is this boredom or is it pleasure

    Falling open under pressure

    Heartbeat running quick

    Tick

    Holding still a lock to pick

    Click

    Tumblers falling into place

    A touch, a look, a face

    The hasp, it creaks and it rasps

    Heaving, grinding gasps

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    Cuts me to the quick

    Flick

    Clinging like a tick

    Sick

    And another lock to pick

    Click

    Click

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    Brushing past within the throng

    Within a group, so will be long

    Lithe

    Grinding, writhing dance

    Looking back a second glance

    Blithe

    A touch, a look, a face

    Tumblers falling into place

    Cuts me to the quick

    Nick

    Don’t be such a dick

    Ick

    And another lock to pick

    Click

    Click

    Click

    Drilling down to the marrow

    Dreaming of the time to harrow

    Flesh

    A craven urge so thorough,

    To root along another furrow

    Mesh

    Heaving, grinding gasps

    The hasp, it creaks and it rasps

    Cuts me to the quick

    Prick

    Nothing seems to stick

    Kick

    Up against the brick

    Thick

    And another lock to pick

    Click

    Click

    Click

    Click

    Tumblers falling into place

    A touch, a look, a face

    The hasp, it creaks and it rasps

    The heaving, grinding gasps

    Falling open under pressure

    Is this boredom or

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