musing kennbivins

Dear Friends, it’s been a matter of days and circumstance for which I have not written nor been able to communicate but grace and destiny abound as this transmission reaches you now. Your existence coupled with your presence means a lot to me. Your availability and support humbles me. Your consistency is [...]

This was a small scribble in my sketchbook that just looks eerie when I look at it now. I love it. Can you hear the voices too?

I rarely frequent Starbucks but I stopped by for a soy latte this past week on the way to witness my son’s final orchestra performance for the school year. As I awaited the templated artistry of the drink maid, I was browsing the clearance shelf of baristas, coffees, and overpriced ceramic cups.
But, [...]

(Nadine is the personification of hope)
This is not some love poem or a soliloquy of a dream
This is not a confession of an angry black man or how its difficult to be a human being
This is not a suicide note left with hesitant intentions of being seen
And this is not an adolescent cry with regret [...]

not sure why the baby is upside down or why I’m doodling babies but…

I was reading an interview on the early years of Jack Kirby, the artist and co-creator of Spider-Man, Hulk, Fantastic Four, Captain America, and a host of other comic book legends. Since I have a tendency to doodle as I read, talk, or work, I figured I would start sharing those distractions with [...]

I love writing. It’s therapy for me though it hasn’t always been so. When I was urged to journal my thoughts several years ago, I found solace in layering my feelings with parallels and imagery. Since then I have found more peace and healing in sharing those writings.
I am once again called [...]