Wishes sometimes have consequences is now available for ordering from your favorite bookstore! I know I waited too long, but I have finally created a page for the book: you can find it here. The page contains: Cover images for both hardcover and paperback editions (the contents are otherwise the same) The ISBNs for both [...]
Dear Tuesday, They have that soup I like today! Love, Kevin (20 August 2019)
Strange, the thoughts that come to me at the bookstore… He covered every conceivable surface with lists, on yellow legal pads the backs of envelopes the backs of receipts the margins of the daily paper scraps of paper torn off of junk mail and Post-Its Ah, the Post-Its! An entire section of wall between bathroom [...]
Dear Monday, So, which fresh hell will this week bring? Seriously, though, you’re looking good so far. Love, Kevin (19 August 2019)
When my TV viewing habits (a David Bowie documentary) meet memories… 1 Oh, my Song of Norway— the one who ‘got away’ I— I remember… 2 Oh, my paper doll— how long has it been now since I saw you yesterday? I confirmed trouble when 20 years came along to remind me: If you don’t [...]
Watching an HBO documentary about Elvis this afternoon… On March 23rd, 2020 Elvis will have been dead for as long as he was alive A few conspiracy theorists and obscure poets may make this observation— otherwise, the day will most likely go unnoticed by everyone else who will instead be fixated on the Georgia primaries [...]
Dear Sunday, Thanks to the library, I’m catching up on my stories… Love, Kevin (18 August 2019)
Short on inspiration today, but I did spent nearly four hours at the bookstore this afternoon… Three hours in I’m still looking for salvation I know doesn’t exist The millions of pages on offer can guarantee only entertainment amusement distraction nostalgia confusion anger ennui self-righteous justification assembly instructions pretty pictures and boredom I will still [...]
Dear Saturday, Free shredding day! Love, Kevin (17 August 2019)
An oddly quiet day… Floating through the world in a small chamber atop a structure of flesh and bones Feeling the moment surrounded by existence in all its forms and residues Beyond the chamber infinite space segmented into rooms, buildings, roads, and sky At the center of my universe infinite space segmented into hopes, dreams, [...]
Dear Friday, Elvis is still dead. Love, Kevin (16 August 2019)
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