A shadorma.
Life
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I’m going to listen to the rain for a bit.
Love,
Kevin
(15 October 2016)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Sometimes I hate it when my dreams tell me things.
Love,
Kevin
(14 October 2016)
Abstract: The impossible relationship between love and spinning wheels (a poem)
This shadorma came out of a dream I had this morning, in which I heard Don Henley sing the line I hid it to keep spinning the wheel. I started out writing a poem with that line (split into two lines), but it wasn’t working, so I started over, using the line purely as a reference.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
They say the storm’s a-coming…
Love,
Kevin
(13 October 2016)
Hot coals (a poem)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I hate it when I get sucked in by the news.
Love,
Kevin
(12 October 2016)
Boy, is my face orange (a poem)
This shadorma popped into my head when I got up this morning.
In the aftermath of the coup (a poem)
This started out as a shadorma, but I couldn’t make it work—dreams are funny that way…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
What’s that they say about living in ‘interesting times’?
Love,
Kevin
(11 October 2016)
