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AND NO BIRDS SING by Kyle McHale
Kyle McHale is originally from the suburbs of Washington D.C. in Maryland. He currently lives and works in Surrey, England. AND NO BIRDS SING is his first published collection of poems, though he has been reading and writing poetry for over a decade. Kyle cites Robert Frost and John Keats among the poets who have influenced his writing.
'Kyle McHale's poems get under the skin. They are deeply attuned to nature and how we find solace in the natural world when relationships let us down, whether through human fallibility or mortality’s inevitable breaks.'
- Lisa Kelly, Editor and poet. Read her full review here.
From 'And no Birds Sing' (2017)
Coffee is a good thing.
I learned to drink it too young, with Gramps
who would wake too early
to watch frost with a hanging head.
A deep sadness is carried
by men who often spread cheer themselves
but know the grim realities of life;
it stays with those who have love in their hearts despite
the darkness of the world.
I let an early frost-covered weekend morning break the silence,
and watch the cold glisten outside the kitchen window.
The house is asleep, I am not.
My head hangs, my heart hangs,
my thoughts aren’t of anything memorable or meaningful.
Slow mornings are good.
I wish I could share them with Gramps and Dad.
I say bring the season on with a quiet passion.
Dying colors have that special beauty,
an irreplaceable hit on the senses.
The air is cold, the coffee hot,
and I somewhere in between.
If anything, I am ahead of the day,
but behind in everything else,
thinking on this autumn morning.
© Kyle McHale
Published April 2017
42 poems, 61 pages
61 pages15cm wide x 21cm tall