A shadorma.
Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
It’s a post-insomnia coffee and waffles kind of morning…
Love,
Kevin
(27 October 2016)
Mutable truths, or scenes from a short slumber on a rainy mid-week afternoon (a poem)
Yesterday, I attended an ekphrastic writing workshop. Distracted by the conversations taking place in the gallery during the time set aside for writing, I had trouble writing much of anything during the three and a half hours I was there. Instead, I found myself underlining the words within the words on the page of writing exercises given to every participant. Every line (except the last two) of this poem contains a word from the list of words I got from the first exercise.
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Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Rain for days…
Love,
Kevin
(26 October 2016)
Lesson: you’ve got to learn to pace yourself if you want to make it to the end unscathed (a poem)
An ekphrastic poem, inspired by Yang Xiaobin’s photograph, Pace-ism.
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Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Three hours? It’s a start, I suppose…
Love,
Kevin
(25 October 2016)
Art model tumblr (a poem)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Well, here we are again…
Love,
Kevin
(24 October 2016)
Holding the painter at arm’s length (a poem)
This started out as a shadorma, but I reworked the first couple of stanzas, which led to what I now have.
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
We really need to have a talk about cats…
Love,
Kevin
(23 October 2016)