Written while watching Jean Cocteau’s Orphée… In search of the right choice of words my muse forgets to speak— or maybe she’d rather not I wish to take nothing from her only to retrieve her warmth and find comfort in hearing my name I am afraid of what I see staring back at me when I [...]
Yesterday’s pre-reading workshop was about death. This is the poem I wrote. I don’t have to think about that last day anymore the ache in my knees reminds me every morning that you have gone Lately, I smell candles wherever I go though your matches are largely unstruck The cat is used to me now [...]
Tomorrow would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The following is something he wrote in September 1998, apparently for one of the classes he was taking to get his massage therapist license. (Though he never did massage as anything other than a side gig—he was an attorney—he continued to take courses on subjects related to [...]
Dear Sunday, Welcome to the next chapter. Love, Kevin (20 October 2019)
Dear Saturday, Morning sneezery. You know I hate it. Love, Kevin (19 October 2019)
Among the things I’m looking to replace are the refrigerator and the living room furniture. I also figure I should get a carpet cleaner, so I can go at my own pace, rather than hiring somebody to do it and having to empty entire rooms all at once. (Not to mention that if I’m not [...]
Dear Friday, Two words: area rugs. Love, Kevin (18 October 2019)
Dear Thursday, All this small stuff… Love, Kevin (17 October 2019)
Inspired by “How to run away from your own broken heart” by S. R. Mason (https://theadventureto-be.tumblr.com/post/188396010206/how-to-run-away-from-your-own-broken-heart). 1. Start driving in the direction of where you want to go, get lost along the way, wander aimlessly. 2. Think so loud you want to scream. 3. Decrescendo. 4. Leave a light on; don’t tell anyone you’re coming [...]
Dear Tuesday, Something about little details, blah blah blah… Love, Kevin (15 October 2019)
