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 [...]
Not exactly writer’s block—sometimes the words aren’t there… We haven’t seen much of each other lately Not that we planned it this way The sky went dark but the tears never came Who went missing—who was missed never made quite clear I tried to show but we never quite connected Lines crossed—ends dangling words can’t [...]
Dear Friday, Breathing is good. Love, Kevin (13 December 2019)
Dear Thursday, These are not serious people. Love, Kevin (12 December 2019)
Dear Wednesday, This won’t quite be a day of rest, but it’ll be close enough. Love, Kevin (11 December 2019)
Dear Tuesday, Another busy day! Love, Kevin (10 December 2019)
Dear Monday, Happy New Refrigerator Day! Love, Kevin (9 December 2019)
This as good a summary as any of the last three months or so… I’m moving things around to make room for the unknown allowing silences to stand and accidents to happen I let doubt do the heavy lifting to keep it distracted thinking it’s doing something important You’ve got to let the charmer think [...]
Dear Sunday, I think the cat is plotting something. Love, Kevin (8 December 2019)
Dear Saturday, Sometimes the answer to the question is a poem. Love, Kevin (7 December 2019)
An anonymous response to a query (‘Anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you’re thinking about’) on tumblr. Not so anonymous now, I guess… 10:24. >> Time is heavy and life is light. Or the other way round. >> I never noticed the little red stars before today. >> I'm moving things [...]
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
