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 [...]
This is my third poem of week three of the online retreat. I went off-prompt for this one. There’s a cuticle moon tonight Its amber tinge may or may not be the gauze of my curtains That the waxing gibbous has diminished is not a surprise Most of us don’t go that far back but [...]
Dear Wednesday, So long, Pops. Love, Kevin (21 October 2020)
The second poem of the third week of the online retreat. The keys are cards, blue and green, with icons in white. I assume the one with the lamp on it controls the lighting. I am incorrect. They are only keys. If this studio were a condo, it’d go for $600k, easy. That’s a bit [...]
Dear Tuesday, Okay, Tuesday. Time to get ready. Love, Kevin (20 October 2020)
The first poem of the third week of the online retreat. A tool question Why don’t they make hex wrenches with screwdriver handles instead of the hard-to-handle L shape? It took me 20 minutes to fasten the first two screws— plus I lost two washers and had to go out to buy more. A memory [...]
Dear Monday, Okay, Monday. We’re just going to hang out for a bit, see what happens. Love, Kevin (19 October 2020)
I did not do the Sunday meditation prompt last week, but I did do this one, which involved responding in some way to the 11 February 1980 entry from Andy Warhol’s diary. He said she gets sick because she’s always acting happy no matter what. I can’t say I know that feeling, but I do [...]
Dear Sunday, You can’t fool me, Sunday. I know it’s you. Love, Kevin (18 October 2020)
Better late than never, I suppose. The strangeness of the ritual has only now struck me. What’s left of my father is in this container that’s been on my shelf for the last two years. In a few days, a hole will be dug in the ground; this container holding what’s left of my father [...]
Dear Saturday, You got me up too early this morning. So sleepy… Love, Kevin (17 October 2020)
poetry and collage art by Constance Bourg
A dark spill of worlds and words
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
How to Kick Guilt in the Balls.
Thoughts and images by Omar Willey
Monica Carroll
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
