The coldest days are often the clearest… Golden light and chill blinded eyes and cold feet Calm and an unsettled feeling This is the day like the day yesterday like the day before and so it goes On I go stopping to check if anyone’s listening then going on once I see they’re not Calm [...]
Dear Friday, You’re jealous of Thursday, aren’t you? That’s why you’re so cold this morning. Love, Kevin (29 November 2019)
Dear Thursday, Uh…thanks? Love, Kevin (28 November 2019)
Written during an open mic… I want to spike off spindly in every possible direction without form or predictability Where harkens the decline of untrue wishes and cockeyed symmetry In the throne formed by impossible angles only the impossible princess can sit The merely possible need not apply (25 November 2019—posted November 26) [...]
Dear Monday, Let me guess: you’re a Winter… Love, Kevin (25 November 2019)
The title is a phrase I came up with about 25 (maybe 26) years ago… By any means necessary you must feel what it means to feel You must align yourself with the tempo that presents You must map the rhythm with every part of your being You must feel it within you around you [...]
Dear Sunday, Too many vignettes, not enough main story. Love, Kevin (24 November 2019)
In a bit of a mood today… That’s the problem I was going to get ice cream but I forgot I could go back, I suppose but the parking lot is murder this time of the afternoon — Imagine things are happening They are—to someone though maybe not to me — I know that’s going [...]
Dear Saturday, Mail’s here early today. I hope I got something good. Love, Kevin (23 November 2019)
Dear Friday, So frosty this morning… Love, Kevin (22 November 2019)
