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 [...]
Dear Wednesday, ‘Ask me your questions, bridgekeeper. I’m not afraid.’ Love, Kevin (29 January 2020)
Dear Tuesday, A message for Word: We’ll call it a draw for now. Just remember: you can change things at will—but so can I. Love, Kevin (28 January 2020)
Dear Monday, Now to resume the battle with the demon Word. Love, Kevin (27 January 2020)
Dear Sunday, I see I’m not the only one who gets trapped by the past. Love, Kevin (26 January 2020)
Dear Saturday, Have a talk with the cat, will you? Love, Kevin (25 January 2020)
From a day partly spent reading about Gaby Agis, Pet Shop Boys, and Bill Nelson. (And the actor whose name I couldn’t remember is Stephen Elliott, who played the police chief in Beverly Hills Cop). When the dancer stripped off her mask I lost sight of the shape in the blur of movement and the failure [...]
Dear Friday, The shenanigans continue… Love, Kevin (24 January 2020)
Dear Thursday, Sorry about that. I got distracted by all the shenanigans. Love, Kevin (24 January 2020)
A weird little random thought. If the manner of execution is to be considered I’d rather be dreaming so I could wake up before it all goes dark (21 January 2020—posted January 23) Wishes sometimes have consequences—available to order from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t get it for [...]
Dear Wednesday, “Do you think it’s ‘all for the good of the country’?” Love, Kevin (22 January 2020)
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
