Flapper Press Poetry Café: The Poetry of Carson Kearns

Updated: Jul 19

By Annie Newcomer:

The Flapper Press Poetry Café presents the work of poets from around the globe. This week, we present the intimate poems of Carson Kearns.

We reached out to ask about the inspirations and influences that spark the poet's muse and to find out more about the mysterious Carson Kearns, and it turns out that "Carson Kearns" is a pseudonym. The author prefers to remain anonymous; however, their background reflects the love and warmth of a large family where love was openly expressed and felt.

From Carson Kearns:

Money was tight, which meant that entertainment revolved around family gatherings, music, songs around the piano, the ritual of radio serials, and the knowledge that one was loved unconditionally and that anything in life was possible with hard work and a positive outlook. A deep love of poetry, literature, and history was interrupted by the usual (but highly enjoyable) demands of family and professional life. Decades later, the joy of creating stories and poems was rediscovered—a joy that flows from the release of too-long-contained creative energy.

AN: What brought you to poetry? Why do you write it?

CK: I have always loved words and the music of words. In my late teenage years and my early 20s, I loved the rhythms and onomatopoeia of Edgar Allan Poe, Gerard Manly Hopkins (“I saw this morning, morning’s minion”), Blake, Milton, etc., and then the purity and clarity of various Japanese poets and, much later (thanks to Elizabeth Gracen), the extraordinary beauty of Rumi. Another major influence on me was the author Dorothy Dunnett and the incredible Lymond Chronicles, set in the mid-sixteenth century. I first came across them in my early teenage years and still love these novels passionately to this day. Its polyglot hero quotes all manner of ancient, Renaissance, and Byzantine poets, and Ms. Dunnett’s love of portrait painting translates into some of the most powerful word descriptions you will find in literature.

AN: What do you hope people come away with from reading your poems?

CK: I would love people to be reminded of what a treasure trove we have in the English language and how thoughtful combinations of words can convey complexity without sacrificing simplicity of structure and form.

The poems were written as part of a series of Fanfic called "Lost in the Loving," reflecting the troubles and tragedies that haunted two of the main characters. Ironically, they were prescient in that my own relationship of some 33 years ended very suddenly and unexpectedly quite soon after these poems were written, and they came to reflect my own sorrow and grief at the loss of a companion who had been such a stalwart in my heart and life. Looking back almost 20 years later, I think I must have known at a deep level that our journey was coming to an end, and the poems reflect that premonition.


Tenant of my nights and days I covet you the sleek fine featured form of you… the warmth of you the siren searing sex of you… the feel of you the luscious lusting line of you… the taste of you I covet you…


What gain is there, what gain in reaching out to feel Your warmth, your face?

What pain is there to bear in holding fast to me Your form and grace?

I roll into the place where last your body lay Beneath my own… I fantasize you here, I yearn to hear your sighs Your sated groan…

I gently press my face onto your pillow slip - I breathe you in… I hold you fast, forever held inside myself, Inside my skin…