Dear Saturday,
Funny you should give me rain on the day I’m getting new tires that are supposed to handle well in the rain…
Love,
Kevin
(27 July 2019)
Musings
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
You almost got away from me, but I’m back now. In a non-creepy, non-stalkery way, that is.
Love,
Kevin
(26 July 2019)
The fourth emoji is what your face looks like when you’re having sex (a poem)
Based on random Twitter stuff…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Another night of insomnia out of the way.
Love,
Kevin
(25 July 2019)
The skip-rope jump dance of my runaway imagination (a poem)
The first line (minus the comma) comes from a line of WordPress spam…
The Muse lives on (a poem)
Thinking about this article from The Guardian…
Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Let’s hear it for insomnia for waking me up at 6 a.m. anyway!
Love,
Kevin
(22 July 2019)
The corpus and I haven’t always been on speaking terms (a poem)
Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Fifty years ago today, the next person to walk on the moon became nothing more than the next person to walk on the moon.
Love,
Kevin
(21 July 2019)
