Dear Thursday,
We live in interesting times, don’t we?
Love,
Kevin
(6 August 2015)
Life
Why it’s broke (a poem)
I know I have a tendency to make things more complicated than they need to be…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I’m not complaining about the heat anymore—but could we have a little more sun, please?
Love,
Kevin
(5 August 2015)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays…
Love,
Kevin
(4 August 2015)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I hadn’t expected to see you again quite so soon…
Love,
Kevin
(3 August 2015)
Dream menagerie (a poem)
The August 3rd prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano is to ‘imagine yourself holding five things in your hand: a person, a building, a weapon, and two other items of your choosing.’ I chose Miles Davis, the Eiffel Tower, a flame-thrower, railroad tracks, and an elevator…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I see you have invited Lethargy to spend the day with us…
Love,
Kevin
(2 August 2015)
On finding a new Ryuichi Sakamoto album on my first visit to a neighborhood record store (a poem)
The August 2nd prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano is to take an item purchased during a trip, then write a poem incorporating that item as an acrostic poem using the name of the city where it was bought. I chose to write about the day I found a copy of the then-new Ryuichi Sakamoto album, Neo Geo, in a small record shop during a walk through an adjacent neighborhood not long after I had arrived in Tokyo.
To be soon forgotten with the turn of a page (a poem)
I do not know why the word bromide popped into my head this morning, but I followed it anyway…
Clean living is relative, isn’t it? (a poem)
Second time around for the July 31st prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano: write “a gritty, gutsy, and/or groveling poem that includes at least six of these words: stilettos, hangover, whiskey, cigarette, dying, love, begging, naked, jail, dog, hotel.” Compared to last year’s Hotel room, this one is neither gritty, gutsy, nor groveling, but I find it interesting that I gravitate towards the one-night stand—especially since I have never had one…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 