Dear Sunday, So I’ve had my morning coffee. That means it must be nap time. Love, Kevin (16 June 2019)
Author: Kevin J. O'Conner
I'm primarily a poet and copy editor. I also paint, edit audio, and take photographs. Confounding expectations since 1963.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, I don’t know. What do you think? Love, Kevin (15 June 2019)
Motion picture sleep aids (a poem)
Somehow I fell asleep while watching Jaws, prompting this poem. (Yes, it’s true—I have never seen more than the first 20 minutes of Blade Runner, because I fall asleep whenever I try to watch it…) 1 The undisputed king of falling asleep 20 minutes into Blade Runner (with or without narration) falls asleep during everything [...]
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, It’s not lethargy; sometimes I need a break. Love, Kevin (14 June 2019)
Playlist Poem (Side B)
Can’t have Side A without Side B: State of Contraction – Barry Adamson Speak Now (Or Forever Hold Your Peace) – Cheap Trick Short of One Dimension – Exit North It’s No Game (Part 1) – David Bowie Korendor – 細野晴臣 (Haruomi Hosono) Black Hearted Love – PJ Harvey & John Parish Same As it [...]
Playlist Poem (Side A)
Inspired by this playlist I just made. It’s Side A because I can only play cassettes in my car these days: Do You Know Me Now? – David Sylvian Invisible – Pet Shop Boys Patience (pt. 1) – Areni Agbabian Blue Period – Jon Hassell What the Fuck Are We Saying? – Lenny Kravitz The [...]
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, The sky is bright, but the atmosphere is still heavy. Be kind. Love, Kevin (13 June 2019)
Bookstore Poem #631 (a poem)
Inspired by seeing the cover of Kate Mulgrew’s book How to Forget… All the things (excerpt) I want to learn how to forget all the things I remember all the things I want to remember all the things I have to remember all the things I’ll never remember all the things I still remember all [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Another day. Love, Kevin (12 June 2019)
Bookstore Poem #630 (a poem)
A weird vision for this afternoon… A strange sort of preserve Gelatinous mass in amber and lime A fantasy of suspension in color and time Distortion as vision no resolution no rhyme Sheen without decay desiccated—dry A word in shape but not sound (11 June 2019) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available—order now from your [...]
