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 [...]
Thinking about this article from The Guardian… My muse may never know who she is I may not know I write the words choose the colours lose myself in the sounds I float with the emotions I might otherwise deny as they rise to the rim and overflow And then I recognise her face, her [...]
Dear Tuesday, Yeah, so I woke up to discover that I’d put my clothes in the dryer last night, but started the washing machine instead. I trust that is not a harbinger of what’s to come. Love, Kevin (23 July 2019)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia… The undisputed king of wondering where are they now actually found someone this time but wonders if it’s the right time We’re in the middle of a long hot summer and the memory is [...]
Dear Monday, Let’s hear it for insomnia for waking me up at 6 a.m. anyway! Love, Kevin (22 July 2019)
Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy… You and I have had a hard run, haven’t we? I don’t blame you for any of it— I’m not exactly guilt-free Early on, I couldn’t find anyone else to blame so I took it out on you— not in [...]
Dear Sunday, Fifty years ago today, the next person to walk on the moon became nothing more than the next person to walk on the moon. Love, Kevin (21 July 2019)
One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities. We might have thought about the flow had we not been confronted by outlines laid down as invisible markers upon the earth We regard these lines as walls and fences paying great attention to their colours and textures how tall and [...]
Dear Saturday, Fifty years ago, this moment was 50 years away. Love, Kevin (20 July 2019)
Written last night during a bout of drowsiness combined with a mild headache… The drowse storms in not unexpectedly but without warning The ache radiating from the base of my neck has subsided— also without warning Some people document such things I guess I am one of them (18 July 2019—posted July 19th) Wishes sometimes [...]
Dear Friday, I’m going to be behind on a couple of things today. Can’t be helped. Love, Kevin (19 July 2019)
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