THE CROOKED STEEPLE

writing of KJ Stevens

KJ Stevens

KJ Stevens
Location
Alpena, Michigan,
Birthday
June 04
Bio
K.J. Stevens is an American novelist and short story writer.

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APRIL 17, 2013 11:08PM

Tight

It’s all in my shoulders. Balled up. Tight.

It could be the end of winter. The ache for warm weather. Fishing. Days at the beach. It could be the robins yesterday morning. Their sweet noise waking me just in time to see the first bit of warm light—finally—breaking throughRead full post »

APRIL 13, 2013 9:29AM

Our fiber. The blood. The bone.

I don’t need sleep when wine’s made its way deep. The sky is high and dark but lit with thousands of bright pin pricks that glint and twinkle and make me believe that if I keep at it—banging away at these fucking keys—things will one day come together. For the better.Read full post »

DECEMBER 20, 2012 10:18PM

happy doomsday

happy doomsday

 

 

First the snow. Three heavy hours.  We run in it. Play. Build snowmen. Snowball fight. Become four angels in the snow.

 

Then the heat. Within an hour the snow is gone. We are down to shorts and short sleeves. PuddlesRead full post »

DECEMBER 19, 2012 9:07PM

that little part of me that breaks

Cannot imagine. What it would be like.

 

Right now.

 

Not hearing Oogie.

 

Me—finally, downstairs at the writing desk. While she’s in her room. JustRead full post »

DECEMBER 14, 2012 11:43AM

CUTTING TEETH - a review by B.L. Kennedy

Poet, B.L. Kennedy wrote a review of my book, CUTTING TEETH. Kennedy has authored 25 books, including Jim Morrison Visits Disneyland, Screaming Pygmies, and Been Born Bronx. He has been published in over a dozen different anthologies. He has received awards and honors throughout his career, includingRead full post »

NOVEMBER 25, 2012 9:14AM

writer's block

writer’s block

 

8:06 am

 

Thanksgiving’s been made into soup. Winter’s come out of nowhere. Snow blower’s been dusted off. Shovel has been put into action. We are in it. No getting around it. So, instead of pissing and moaning, it’s time to make the bestRead full post »

NOVEMBER 22, 2012 8:21AM

a shine

a shine

 

Missing sunrises and sunsets. So, it is the season for making my own light. Creating spark. Finding flame. Doing what it takes so these days that seem so much the same are broken apart. Bit by bit. And I put a shine to the everyday moments. Read full post »

NOVEMBER 13, 2012 10:56PM

brevity

It’s more than selling books. I know this because I just had an event—a signing at a winery where I sold plenty of books—and didn’t break even. It wasn’t until the next day, when I sold a few more books to people that felt guilty for not going to the signing,Read full post »

NOVEMBER 7, 2012 10:30PM

fighting battles that matter

Too much going on. To take a break. Throw jabs. Get caught up in banter. Especially when reactions are as predictable as I believed they would be. Fear. Oh, the fear. It’s enough to make a man stay home and collect hand outs. Cling to the Bible. Or stock up onRead full post »

NOVEMBER 5, 2012 9:13PM

earth bound

earth bound

 

Storm windows secured. Holes plugged. Cracks caulked. Firewood split. Day after day. Cold mornings. And colder nights. And the long stretch of unforgiving gray is building up over the horizon. So that soon it will be here to stay. And we will add more to theRead full post »

OCTOBER 30, 2012 11:59PM

chapter two

2.

 

            Nobody gets married thinking they’ll get divorced. And if someone had told me even a few months ago that our marriage would not make it ‘til death do us part, I could not have believed them. But now, the wife I/… Read full post »

The Debate, Baseball and Life in Alpena, Michigan

 

(please, share as you like…thanks for the support)

 

So much going on. In our little part of the world. Two men debating. And for what? Most of us have our minds made up. Driven not necessarily byRead full post »

OCTOBER 13, 2012 8:28AM

bottom to the top

I don’t care if I have to cut meat with a butter knife. Use paper plates. Or if the plastic forks don’t match the plastic spoons. And if we were rolling in the dough, you can be sure that we’d share as much as we could. So othersRead full post »

The shooting star.

 

 

I think I needed that.

 

 

Standing barefoot on the cold sidewalk. Staring up into a mess of white dots in a black sky. While the dog sniffed the fence line. Stopped to shit. Then trotted aroundRead full post »

OCTOBER 3, 2012 11:22PM

what do I know?

One is tired. Aged a lot in a few hard years. And is fed up with people telling him how he should do his job, especially when most of them aren’t smart enough to do even the simplest things needed to get the world moving in the right direction.Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 28, 2012 12:20AM

giving a shit

I was leaning against the bar. My first time out in weeks. Just trying to revel in beer, the darkness of the bar, and think.

 

“You don’t care that part of your paycheck is going to pay for someone else’s medical bills?”

 

“Nope,” IRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 26, 2012 11:31PM

Found. A poet.

Found a poet. A pretty damned good one. And it’s important because there aren’t many poets anymore. So to find a good one is a little like throwing double ringers in horseshoes. Having sex twice in the same day with your wife. Or taking your family grocery shopping and then toRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 25, 2012 10:59PM

plugging away and doing it for love

This blog, I think, came from 9/21/12—a night out with my friend, Chad. Please, feel free to share this and any of my other posts as you see fit. Thanks!

 

Into the new novel. Plugging away at the side project—THE CROOKED STEEPLE. And trying to sell CUTTING TEETH.Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 19, 2012 8:34PM

wednesday night in alpena, mi

Kids settling in their rooms. S.B. gone to a meeting. So it is just me. The dog. The cat. Winter out there somewhere. Pushing its way toward this old house. And as the dog sleeps at my feet. The cat sits next to me and purrs. I finally come down fromRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 11, 2012 11:09PM

because tonight

I want to be Santa Claus.

Fred Trost.

Maybe Clark Griswold.

So I can bring presents.  

The great outdoors.

Hang a shit-ton of lights.

And save kids.

With ribbons,

Rifles,

A giant tree that breaks windows.Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 11, 2012 11:09PM

because tonight

I want to be Santa Claus.

Fred Trost.

Maybe Clark Griswold.

So I can bring presents.  

The great outdoors.

Hang a shit-ton of lights.

And save kids.

With ribbons,

Rifles,

A giant tree that breaks windows.Read full post »

AUGUST 30, 2012 12:01AM

SWEET SPOT

Finally. I’ve hit the sweet spot. Have direction. Know where the story has come from and is going. And I know, just like when I was neck deep in my Saint Paul days writing stories that would become Pilgrim’s Bay, that this one is going to be good. My/Read full post »

AUGUST 27, 2012 11:54PM

betterman

So.

 

You know you kinda duffed it up over the weekend. That you should have been more patient. Kind. Respectful. But for some reason—maybe it was the lack of sleep during the week, or the heat, or that you are not as selfless as you should be—youRead full post »

AUGUST 18, 2012 8:26AM

all these things

All these things—religion, sexuality, politics—that make us feel included. Accepted. Safe. So we can worship by the book. Marry our brothers. Keep our guns and money. But ultimately, our beliefs break us apart. Keep us from knowing. Ourselves. Each other. When all we’ve ever had toRead full post »

AUGUST 13, 2012 9:29PM

she doesn't see angels much

Jovi, my three-year old daughter, and S.B., my wife, are sitting on the front steps talking about daycare. "School" as we like to call it.

 

"Tomorrow, if you have to go potty at school, be brave," says S.B. "Tell Miss Tracy you have to use the bathroomRead full post »