Dear Sunday,
I do like napping to the sounds of trains.
Love,
Kevin
(16 October 2016)
Musings
Observation: We’re going to get old (a poem)
Bonus round! This is apparently what happens when I spend the day watching documentaries about well-known figures…
Limping into the lower third (a poem)
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.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 