Reaven In The Desert — Image by kenne
I have distrusted symbols
most of my life,
yet there it is—
black wings over sand
that has forgotten rain.
The bird does not promise rescue.
It promises presence.
In the desert,
that distinction matters.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category
The Presence Of The Reaven 3 comments
Most of My Friends Are No Longer Here 1 comment
Most of my friends are no longer here.
I keep their numbers
in a phone that will never ring.
It is a holy thing,
this absence—
like a door left open
to a room I cannot enter
but refuse to close.
— kenne
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San Carlos, Sonora Sunset — Image by kenne
We become a silhouette in each other’s arms
as the sun goes down behind us in San Carlos—
the light withdrawing slowly
like a hand from a blessing.
All afternoon the Sea of Cortez
glittered without mercy.
I can’t see your face anymore,
only the outline of us—
two dark figures pressed together
against the last blaze of day.
It feels ancient, this vanishing—
as if love is something
the sun teaches by leaving.
— kenne
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Kenne David’s Half-Marathon At 51 Leave a comment
This was Dave’s first half-marathon, with the goal of running the distance in two hours or less.
The race organizers provided pacesetters, so Dave began his half-marathon staying with the 2:00 hour pacesetter.
About halfway through the race, he picked up his pace, running the race in 1:55.20.
Finish Line
Sitting on his tailgate at the end of the race.
Mission Accomplished.
Shoes on pavement,
a metronome of doubt.
Still, the body insists—
one more mile
into light.
I created the blog posting using the photos Dave provided. I was only there vicariously.
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AFTER THOUGHT
The friend who asked Dave to run the half-marathon with him didn’t show up.
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Then and How 1 comment
Then—
I thought the mountain
was something to climb.
Now—
I sit and let it
enter my breathing.
What changed?
A few decades of work
tire tracks on my clothes,
children grown.
Call it life
if you need a word.
— kenne
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Props, Not A Habit Leave a comment
On the Outer Banks of North Carolina
I keep the cigar lit
long enough to feel dangerous.
The whiskey glows
like a small sunset
I can hold.
But when the glass is empty
and the scene is still there,
I know—
it was always theater.
— kenne
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Witnessing Pain and Suffering 3 comments
Mother In Hospice (08/26/06)
Every photograph of suffering
proposes a contract:
you may look,
but you must not
turn away too quickly.
The stages of pain—
shock, endurance, vacancy—
are flattened into a single frame.
Time is arrested,
yet the body continues
beyond the border
of the image.
— kenne
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Hazy Morning Sun In Sabino Canyon — Silhouette Image by kenne
Saguaro cutouts
against a milky sun—
even the shadows
drink their coffee slow
out here.
— kenne
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Abolish ICE Demonstration In Armory Park (07/01/18) — Image by kenne
There is something about grass in Tucson—
it feels like a miracle you can sit on.
We stood on that miracle,
raising our voices.
Armory Park once trained soldiers.
That day,
it trained witnesses.
A little boy climbed
up into a jacaranda tree
and shouted a chant down at us,
his voice high and fearless.
We answered him.
Because every movement begins
with someone small enough
to believe it might work.
— kenne
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Kenne David and Katie on Galveston Beach — Image by kenne
Galveston still has that beach.
Kids probably still run it raw.
But Kenne and Katie grew up—
that’s the real crime.
You don’t notice it happening.
One day you’re just standing there
remembering sand
and wishing you’d paid better attention.
— kenne
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Love On Valetine’s Day 3 comments
Joy and Kenne — Old Western Look On The Streets of Tucson — Image by kenne
Beloved, count not distance, years,
Nor trials we have known;
For love’s arithmetic is this—
Two solitudes made one.
You are here.
I am here.
And absence finds no room between.
— kenne
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Sunset: The First Of Many To Come 4 comments
Sunset — Image by kenne
The sun sets
not because it is tired,
but to remind us
that endings
are another way
the soul learns trust.
— kenne
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Children Playing in a Park Water Fountain — Image by kenne
The fountain, meanwhile,
enjoys the power of suspense,
teaching a brief seminar
on anticipation
to a very captive audience.
— kenne
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Nurses Will Not Backdown 3 comments
Kenne Getting Some Arizona Sun On Our Patio
While here he spent some time running in Sabino Canyon
in preparation for a half-marathon this February.
Kenne David is visiting us on my birthday, January 15, 2026. He is an ICU nurse in the Texas Medical Center in Houston. What follows is a poem I wrote after learning of the murder of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis.
I can only try to imagine your words and thoughts echo in the long corridors of Memorial Herman,
where the scent of antiseptic mingles with your compassion.
I think of him — of Alex Pretti — and of all who labor, sleepless,
hands trembling not with fear, but with the weight of mercy.
Each life touched, each breath steadied,
a verse in the grand poem of endurance and love,
something Whitman would write: you do not falter;
rise again the next day, mortal yet eternal,
each healer a leaf upon the same vast tree of humanity.
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Death Happens — Image by kenne
Death happens
the way rain does—
announced by no one,
soaking the afternoon
until even the living
forget when it began.
— kenne
