redd Brick Keshner

2026






May 2026

I’ve always leaned toward the written voice, and that’s shaped the way I work. Thanks to those who meet that with kindness.

Writing has been the place where things settle for me, ever since childhood. That’s still true. If my work carries a certain awkward edge, it’s simply the shape of how I learned to communicate. I’m grateful for the generosity readers show here.

I’m meandering across a spectrum, sharing older pieces alongside new work as I rebuild the practice of selfhood.


….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, genuinely appreciated. 🙏🏻


Perhaps poetry is the only viable palpitation of my thoughts and experiences. It thus becomes a commentary, a puppet theatre on what is observable and discernible from the vast expanse of the human condition. Each line, each scribble, is a reflection of a shared Muse. Tread lightly among these creations, for they are truly yours as much as they are mine.


My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives that are thus poetic.

November, 2023
Join me as we turn the page to another year of poetry.



2023
A new day does not necessarily open a new door but always allows for a fresh outlook. So sleep well and take everything in stride. The world may not be your oyster but it is always your world. At least first and foremost in your thoughts and perceptions. Everything else flows from that core. Be centred and perspective will even out before your very eyes.




2022
Returning 'home' to the Café after being gone for far too long. My child is still an only offspring but now in their early teens. And due to this a new adventure begins. It is also a period of discovery as to how I have grown or changed as a writer. I am now, of late, orphaned of a father. On the 3rd of April, dad succumbed to his third major stroke. He was 80. In some circles that is young while in others, superlatively ancient. It seems at this point that I have returned to this watering hole of poetry during a major shift in life circumstances. We shall see where this road leads.



2007
The big thing in my life these days is that I am a first time dad. So please indulge me and excuse me if I fly off on that tangent. So I'm trying to hyper-speed being a dad as well.



Please enjoy the poems and other writes featured here. And should you get the urge to comment or discuss something, I would be most happy to engage you in conversation. I believe that feedback is vital in our growth and development as persons and writers.


Well, at this junction, I will leave you to it...

Frederick