J. C. Kuehn Miller

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Category Archives: Poetry


The fireflies ascend in streaks against the purple dusk sky, (Let us be attentive) gracefully dancing like ballerinas shooting heavenward like resurrected falling stars. Their erect posture centers the collective … Continue reading

June 11, 2015 · Leave a comment

From Fall to Spring

In the form of fall, Our green lives take on color; In the likeness of dawn, The fiery fingers warm our eyes. After all the words have been said And … Continue reading

May 4, 2015 · Leave a comment

Wine and “Love”

Never have I looked Looked into eyes like yours. Your smile reminds me Of that joy In finding a sand dollar On the shore Revealed in the receding waves. I … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 1 Comment

I Must Awake

The meaning of forever is lost somewhere between sleep and waking. Forever feels further than the echoes of Eden resounding in our forlorn hearts. The perfect face faded in the … Continue reading

November 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

It wasn’t a face…

It wasn’t a face you would see in a movie with perfect skin and well trimmed lines. It wasn’t painted or sculpted. It had character, personality. You could see joy, … Continue reading

August 31, 2014 · Leave a comment

Un Autre Genre de Silence

I started this poem at one ‘til twelve undoubtedly it’s minuit maintenant… Tu dors dans ta chambre Et je rêve ici under the belfry. Forget the lost time we have; we could start … Continue reading

August 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

Cataracts & Catechisms

Forgetting all that we use to be following shadows down these foreign corridors watching the ghosts as they walk by, whispering a hollow tune caught by spider’s webs and the … Continue reading

June 2, 2014 · Leave a comment

Forget Me Not: Your Name

For that first glance, the second embrace The third gasp for air-I’ve waited too many years. Who knew that such a distance would bring us closer Than ever before? Deciding … Continue reading

May 23, 2014 · 1 Comment


We are the hollow eyes wearily searching for a constant high when we’re brought low strangled by strangers’ hands and floating seaweed tangled around the ankles below the face of … Continue reading

May 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

Cackalacky V

Faint scribbled lines on a water-stained paper was pressed against the stump in the backyard by the wind on an early autumn morning. The fog was playing in the treetops … Continue reading

October 26, 2013 · Leave a comment