Ashes In A Coconut

Ashes In A Coconut by Bo Kearns

Fashion designer Laura Harrison accompanies her banker husband Jack to Indonesia, hoping to save her marriage. She expects their new home to be a romantic hideaway, like something out of a classic Bogart movie. Instead she walks into a house of horrors. White sheets cover gothic furnishings and black garments hang in the closets. It’s as if the former occupants fled from some danger. Though alarmed, Laura is determined to make things work. At the market, she sees a baby orangutan for sale, its mother killed by poachers. Her heart goes out to the poor creature and she discovers her passion── saving the endangered primates and their vulnerable habitat. Meanwhile Jack, ambitious yet naïve, becomes ensnarled in the corrupt underworld of Indonesian business and politics. He decides to finance a logging project in the rainforest, putting their marriage, and their lives, in jeopardy.  

Scheduled publication May 2019 by Moonshine Cove Publishing, LLC

Litfest Blues

Red Wheelbarrow Magazine

Published 2008 in The Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine

Litfest Blues | Bo Kearns

Southern Boy goes to poetry reading
First time ever. First time ever
He remembers ‘roses red, violets blue’
And words that rhyme with honey.
He sits and waits. For sweet sticky honey…

Big Al, poet laureate himself, reads blues poetry
Sings blues poetry
With voice like the Mississippi River.
Deep muddy rolling. Rolling slow.
Southern Boy closes his eyes
And dreams of

Next day he goes back for more
Famous feisty Chinese lady reads blues poetry
Imagine that. Chinese lade reads the blues.
Blues from the eyes. Deep black penetrating
Southern boy dreams
Moo shu pork barbeque.

He wants more, of that blues poetry.
No Ernest H or F Scott for him.
No Gatsby Great, Arms Farewell or Tolling Bells
Southern boy wants poetry
Deep muddy, slow rolling.
Like the river. Like the eyes.