Poetry by Kim Nuzzo

                         ​Doug Kerr CC



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Don’t be cautious. Poems are wild language. 
Naming things doesn’t compare with a hard, hot wind. 
So much dying without holy purpose.

The god of darkness rides 
the midnight train.
Only listens to trailer park prayers 
when temps go above 100.
I’m talking about grace in a world where nearly 
everything hurts.

This twilight disappearing wind 
seems more real than any of that.





3.

If there is a prayer
that moves a person
it must be one 
where we believe
what we’re feeling
where we watch 
the abyss of the void 
dance through the spray 
of the backyard sprinkler

Religion
comes limping down the street
sideways with a broken leg
constricted and choked 
so dry
So silent it clouds the heart
But the world pulls no punches 
like the lightning that dances with fury 
out of the summer’s 
cloudless blue sky

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Kim Nuzzo is a writer/actor in a small town in western Colorado near the Utah border. He and his wife run a small theater company,  Zephyr Stage, which specializes in original work. Their original play, Multitudes, about the great gay father of American poetry, Walt Whitman, has traveled around the country and to Scotland for the Festival Fringe. Nuzzo is also a semi-retired addiction counselor who continues to run a group, Men's Issues in Recovery, at Jaywalker Lodge, a leading men's treatment center, in Carbondale, Colorado. 
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