Back to work—these documents aren’t going to edit themselves…
Musings
The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)
I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Even when it happens in my dreams, I barely remember it…
Love,
Kevin
(12 June 2016)
Lunch in Shibuya (a poem)
Remembering an afternoon from 1987 or thereabouts…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
So, Friday screwed me over. I need a break, Saturday…
Love,
Kevin
(11 June 2016)
Frayed (a poem)
A long day. Only one poem, but an improvement on yesterday…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Bit chilly this morning, innit?
Love,
Kevin
(10 June 2016)
The post-game minute (a poem)
Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Now even my dreams are waking me up…
Love,
Kevin
(9 June 2016)
What is it about damaged people? (a poem)
The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 