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 Wednesday, I am here now. Love, Kevin (26 June 2019)
Managed to eke this one out between sneezes… Drawn back the ragged hand scratched by thorns nails torn on jagged stones Stained into fibres a studied melancholy told in hoarse tones jostling with gentle drones Revealed beneath the excavated dirt buried in layers burned beyond recognition Denatured the fragments once buried here then a poison, [...]
Dear Tuesday, Again with the sneezing? Love, Kevin (25 June 2019)
Dear Monday, Apparently, my idea of ‘rejoicing’ at having bought nine bottles of shampoo was to cut all my hair off… Love, Kevin (24 June 2019)
Originally posted here. Another year’s half marathon come and gone. As I often point out, I prefer to do the half marathon because I like to sleep; consequently doing the full 24-hour marathon simply wouldn’t work for me, as it would take me at least a couple of days to get back to normal. Making [...]
The future used to be so fucking cool… Forty years ago none of this was a consideration The future was going to be better—easier We were going to have time to do what was important We were going to have peace and prosperity We were going to be a planet not a collection of nations [...]
I got off to a weirdly early start this morning—including checking the Poetry Marathon website for interesting prompts that came after hour 12. The hour 17 prompt (basically the same as the hour 4 prompt, but with different photos—I chose this one by Wei Ding), combined with the Paddy McAloon/Prefab Sprout song ‘I Trawl the [...]
Dear Sunday, The Poetry Marathon and Great Shampoo Hunt of 2019 are both completed. Let the rejoicing begin! Love, Kevin (23 June 2019)
My Hour 12 poem—and that's a wrap. The prompt was to do an erasure poem, so I went to the photograph I'd taken a few weeks back of p. 143 from Cosey Fanni Tutti’s art sex music (Faber & Faber, 2017): We forged on— artists, poets and musicians He was wild dangerous and uncompromising I [...]
My Hour 11 poem. The prompt was to write a poem in the form of a letter to a past self. I knew exactly which one to pick… Okay, we have to talk Every few years you try to save yourself time or effort by taking shortcuts You know what I’m talking about— don’t even [...]
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Clandestine tales cling to these forlorn ankles.
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