mikel k
It is Saturday morning. We make love. She makes coffee. I drop a couple
of live crickets into my frog’s box, turn on my turtle’s light, feed the
dogs, and feed the cats. We ‘re trying to beat The Gas Company, so we
have the heat turned down enough, in the house, that I need to use a
space heater in my office. The heat feels good. The day feels good. I am
glad to be here. I am glad to be alive. I have heard it said that, as
you age, you become more at peace with the world, less angry. This is a
good thing. I can feel it happening to me. Love is a good thing. I hope
you have love.
K listened to his father, as he had most of his life, and did not pursue his
dream. He joined a fraternity in college instead, chased sorority girls, and
drank so much that he could not pass the final class that he needed to get
his business degree at Florida State University.
Still drunk, in Atlanta, Ga., nearly a decade later, K wrote his way into a
weekly music column gig, and became a weekly music columnist, primarily
concerned with the local scene. While drinking, and watching bands, he
started to scribble poems in the notebooks that he was taking notes about
the bands in finally overcoming his father’s negative voice.
K sobered up and continued to write poems and memoirs. He got an Engilsh
degree with a Journalism minor at Georgia State University. Mikel K is proof
that dreams do come true. He was voted Best Local Poet in the city of
Atlanta by readers of the large local weekly, Creative Loafing in 2012 and
2013.