Alfred Kukitz : Writing

Does It Have to make Sense

Does It Have to make Sense

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Why not play in the word field?
Walking Toward Your Dust

Walking Toward Your Dust

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


It's the last walk in your life.
Standing Head

Standing Head

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


A peek at my barrenness.
Species Youth

Species Youth

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Dare to be the kid again.
The Dream of Wishful Thinking

The Dream of Wishful Thinking

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Facing the unpleasant can sometimes lead to escape.
Boston Sympathies

Boston Sympathies

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Murder at the Marathon
Somewhere in Time

Somewhere in Time

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Where the hell did this come from?
An Echo of Forgiveness

An Echo of Forgiveness

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


My father's dying and asking for forgiveness.
Finding Origin

Finding Origin

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Can we swim to the waters of our infancy?