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 [...]
Written while watching Jean Cocteau’s Orphée… In search of the right choice of words my muse forgets to speak— or maybe she’d rather not I wish to take nothing from her only to retrieve her warmth and find comfort in hearing my name I am afraid of what I see staring back at me when I [...]
Yesterday’s pre-reading workshop was about death. This is the poem I wrote. I don’t have to think about that last day anymore the ache in my knees reminds me every morning that you have gone Lately, I smell candles wherever I go though your matches are largely unstruck The cat is used to me now [...]
Tomorrow would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The following is something he wrote in September 1998, apparently for one of the classes he was taking to get his massage therapist license. (Though he never did massage as anything other than a side gig—he was an attorney—he continued to take courses on subjects related to [...]
Dear Sunday, Welcome to the next chapter. Love, Kevin (20 October 2019)
Dear Saturday, Morning sneezery. You know I hate it. Love, Kevin (19 October 2019)
Among the things I’m looking to replace are the refrigerator and the living room furniture. I also figure I should get a carpet cleaner, so I can go at my own pace, rather than hiring somebody to do it and having to empty entire rooms all at once. (Not to mention that if I’m not [...]
Dear Friday, Two words: area rugs. Love, Kevin (18 October 2019)
Dear Thursday, All this small stuff… Love, Kevin (17 October 2019)
Inspired by “How to run away from your own broken heart” by S. R. Mason (https://theadventureto-be.tumblr.com/post/188396010206/how-to-run-away-from-your-own-broken-heart). 1. Start driving in the direction of where you want to go, get lost along the way, wander aimlessly. 2. Think so loud you want to scream. 3. Decrescendo. 4. Leave a light on; don’t tell anyone you’re coming [...]
Dear Wednesday, I’ve said this before. Not everything needs to have a “takeaway”… Love, Kevin (16 October 2019)
How to Kick Guilt in the Balls.
Thoughts and images by Omar Willey
Monica Carroll
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
The words to kindle the soul and make your thoughts fumble. @fumblethethought
Clandestine tales cling to these forlorn ankles.
An open view of my Thoughts
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
