An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a photograph by Yang Xiaobin:
http://ekphrasticassimilations.org/yang-xiaobin-1/
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Life
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Okay. I’m relatively well rested. What have you got?
Love,
Kevin
(29 August 2016)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Next?
Love,
Kevin
(28 August 2016)
August 2016 recap
I had expected to be out and about tonight—a rare occurrence, to be sure, but not completely out of the question—but a late bedtime last night turned into not enough sleep (aided by my trusty alarm cats), so I am at home instead, watching Young Frankenstein.
August turned out to be quite a month. Though I cannot say that I am ‘I have to check my calendar’ busy by any stretch of the imagination, a lot happened this month: Continue reading
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
At last…
Love,
Kevin
(27 August 2016)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
When you wake up and already have to work the kinks out…
Love,
Kevin
(26 August 2016)
The bus waits (a poem)
At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair.
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Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I hate it when somebody swaps out the alarm cats—the other one is so much more annoying…
Love,
Kevin
(25 August 2016)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
And so we wait again…
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2016)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I’ve always got to give myself one more thing to do, don’t I?
Love,
Kevin
(23 August 2016)