Author: Kerry Van Dorn | akervand

Akervand is a creative media production company. The pronunciation of Akervand is like “a curve and” so the idea is a curve and a new beginning.  We are dedicated to helping artists on-and-off the field brighten the world with their light. Akervand’s founder is Kerry Van Dorn. As an artist, she can blend the technical and artistic sides of creative media production. Kerry is a poet, producer, director, cinematographer, audio engineer, designer, and video editor with over 8 years’ experience as a broadcaster and creative working with brands like the University of Oklahoma, the University of North Carolina, and Oklahoma State University.  Akervand offers cinematography, photography, graphic design, and video editing options for clients. We are focused on helping artists and athletes expand the reach of their brand on social media.

Akervand: New Poetry Collection on Identity and Acceptance

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

My debut poetry collection Akervand is out!

It explores queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

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Enjoy a previously unpublished poem from my new collection.


Joyful Science 

Hands upon skin, taking you in,

The flutter of fingertips lightly,

A songbird plays a gentle song

To soothe deep within.

Memories replayed of past days

The good and bad commingled.

Woman, the master of manipulation,

So subtle, she makes it an art.

Available on Amazon

Akervand

$3.99

Akervand is a debut poetry collection exploring queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

Amazon Ebook

Akervand

$8.99

Akervand is a debut poetry collection exploring queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

Amazon paperback

In search of hyacinth

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

A life spent

In search of hyacinth.

Little did I know,

It would bring such woe.

Growing

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

I know I have been stunted

Growing in this place

So far away from all that is bright

A darkness without light

A belt of wheat and God

Growing in this place

My life remained unclaimed

I only ever felt ashamed

written – July 15, 2018

That Phrase

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

I’ve always hated the phrase

Where do you see yourself

In a year, in five, in ten years?

To the people asking the question,

I don’t know is never acceptable.

The truth is never a correct response.

Because the truth is that

I cannot see myself today

Let alone tomorrow, or even a year from now.

To the people asking the question,

Only the appearance of an answer matters.

After the question is asked and answered,

They get to go on about their day, oblivious.

While I am still left with the question.

Written – 03/10/2017

I’ve had a guest in my house

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

I’ve had a guest in my house.

An unwanted visitor in my life.

One who’s overstayed his welcome.

In the morning, I wake up; he is there.

At night, I go to sleep; he is there.

Some days he’s even so bold,

He puts on my clothes, does the things I do.

He goes about my life pretending to be me.

A facsimile approximating what I want to be.

No matter how much I beg,

How much I scream and I cry.

He flat out refuses to leave.

All I want is to be finally free.

written – 03/09/2017

Fountain’s Leak

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

There’s such a clarity,

Looking down,

Hands stained in ink.

I Don’t know, I guess I feel

authentically me.

Quick!

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Someone once said

Religion is the opium of the masses,

and maybe that was true

once upon a time

long before the vastly, interconnected world

we live in today. 

Before the widespread reveal of abuses,

both of money and innocence.

Today, the Church has lost its power.


We have a new opium,

a more refined drug

that doesn’t subdue us

with fear of action.

No.

This new drug,

this heroin of ours

That makes us two dollar

Hookers on the corner street

in order to get our fix

is more insidious

than the opium of the past.


In every home in the world,

from the billion-dollar McMansions

to the shacks in the ghetto,

everyone has access.

See the part where our old opium failed

is that it banked on us being too afraid

to do something

whereas our new heroin

gives us everything we ever wanted

lulling us into doing nothing.


In the brief moments of silence,

somewhere

in the back of our head

we realize this.

Our Response?

Quick!

Change the Channel.

Written – 10/30/2015

Updated – 3/28/2024

Am I a poet?

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Am I a poet?

Or just some joker

Writing down words

No one will ever see

To satisfy some need

Misguided as it may be

To puff up my soul

Full of self-importance

Pretending some art

I do not have

But soothes some part

Of my myself by whimpering

Into the moonlight

Feigning some loneliness

Of an unearned pain

I do not have the right

Whatsoever to claim.

Or am I just a poet?