I stopped at Fred Meyer this morning on my way home from my annual physical. When I saw a bunch of people in black shirts out front, between the sidewalk and the parking garage, I figured it must be the smoking area. I was right.
Musings
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Coffee is a good thing.
Love,
Kevin
(3 June 2016)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I hate it when dreams tease me, then go away…
Love,
Kevin
(2 June 2016)
Lost with the dream (a poem)
A cross of sorts between last night’s dreams and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind… (Note to self: think of better title for this one.)
The feeling and what it’s been missing (a poem)
For this month’s writing challenge, I have chosen the rimas dissolutas, a form in which (according to A Poet’s Glossary, by Edward Hirsch) ‘each line in an unrhymed stanza rhymes with its corresponding line in a subsequent stanza.’ This, I am finding out, is harder than it sounds…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
A new month—30 more chances to not fuck it all up…
Love,
Kevin
(1 June 2016)
The busybody hive mind goes apeshit (a poem)
Something topical for the last day of my verbless-poem month…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Can’t we just vote already?
Love,
Kevin
(31 May 2016)
Character (a poem)
Not a very productive day…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
You’re looking awfully chipper. Oh, right—you’ve got the day off!
Love,
Kevin
(30 May 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 