Dear Friday, Good morning! Nice to see you. Love, Kevin (22 March 2019)
Bookstore Poem #539
Found a used copy of Wisława Szymborska’s View With a Grain of Sand at Third Place Books this afternoon. It had an inscription on the title page. Normally, I would pass up such a copy unless the inscription were by the author. But this one drew me in enough that I knew I had to buy [...]
New music: Bed in which I pretend to sleep, but am really plotting my downfall
(21 March 2019)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, Is it good or bad that you feel rather Tuesday-like? Love, Kevin (21 March 2019)
To which the crowd yells: ‘Just get on with it!’ (a poem)
A combination of the inscrutable and the transparent… To ensnare the damp and roll around in collusive glory holding nothing to the flame but an exhale Photographs tempt me I recoil from my own wishes— no, desires I have no trouble pronouncing the name just in speaking it without sounding desperate I am reverent but [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, All other things being equal… Love, Kevin (20 March 2019)
Claim to royalty (a poem)
It takes practice… I may not be the king of the Irish exit but I’m certainly a prince or a duke or something (19 March 2019) I have books available. Links to more information here. Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount you'd like) to help support [...]
It’s a book (the hardcover)
And we get closer… I approved the eproof a few minutes ago, so my first hardcover edition is that much closer to being a reality. As with the paperback, the on-sale date is April 30th, but I have ordered four copies for myself in the meantime. I will post finer details a bit later. [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Nothing like starting out the day with a good night’s sleep. Love, Kevin (19 March 2019)
Eleven months (a poem)
Something I have been thinking about for a while. 1 Profuse apologies and profound regrets it was not so long ago that seeing sunlight again felt like an impossible ambition buried under strata so deep they may never have names Without change in my pocket an afternoon stop for coffee and maybe a piece of [...]
