Dear Monday,
Get rid of those damned roosters and you’ve got a deal…
Love,
Kevin
(16 February 2015)
Life
The man in Reno vs the Man in Black (a poem)
The February 15th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem in which not a single word is true.’ The result must be one of the most twisted poems I have ever written…
My complicated relationship with poetry
I may edit this later. For now, I am posting it as is, even though I have written about some these things before. In the words of Robert Fripp, it is ‘better to be present with a bad note than absent from a good note.’ Continue reading
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
A bit chilly but bright. I can work with this…
Love,
Kevin
(15 February 2015)
Music for a sunny day
Yes, it is still February, but, just like February 2014, there are plenty of sunny days to be had. While I am not one of those folks who suffer from SAD (seasonal affective disorder), there is something about bright sunlight coming in through the windows that lifts my mood and gives me extra energy. That, in turn, influences the music I feel like listening to.
With that in mind, here is a brief list of my favorite music to listen to on sunny days: Continue reading
Q&A (a poem)
Up way too late last night…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Apparently, I celebrated not getting enough sleep the night before by not getting enough sleep last night…
Love,
Kevin
(14 February 2015)
Same difference (a poem)
My attempt at creating something based on the February 13th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano. The idea was to write a poem contrasting two extremes after choosing a pair of words that are polar opposites. The poem will explain the rest…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I was going to complain about sleeping too long this morning because I wasn’t able to get to sleep right away last night—but it’s a warm, sunny morning, so we’re all right.
Love,
Kevin
(13 February 2015)
Smiles (a poem)
I wrote this poem this afternoon while waiting to go to an appointment. I arrived much earlier than expected, so I sat in my car, writing. This second of the three poems I wrote during that 20-minute period was simply me recording my observations of what was around me. When I read it a few minutes ago, I was taken aback—it sounded really creepy. After thinking about it, I made one small change. I hope that made a difference…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 