A really weird, disturbing dream last night, resulting in this weird poem. (The title is tentative, until I can think of something better…)
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Musings
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
That was one bizarre and disturbing dream I had last night. Why is it that one I remember?
Love,
Kevin
(20 February 2016)
Beauty in suffering (A poem)
Another break from the epistles as I continue to slog through this cold.
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
This cannot end soon enough. I’m tired of being sick.
Love,
Kevin
(19 February 2016)
Primary season, 2016 (A poem)
Another brief break from the epistles.
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Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
…and we have Barry White Lite…
Love,
Kevin
(18 February 2016)
To the tap dancer centre stage (A poem)
Continuing the epistles with another terzanelle.
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A wordy post about my approach to poetry
Poetry
I had something of an epiphany last weekend: I largely prefer hearing poetry recited to actually reading it. Continue reading
Iacta alae est (The die is cast) (A poem)
This poem, about Santos Laboy, who was killed in an encounter with Massachusetts State Police in June 2015, was originally written for the Lament for the Dead website. Since the site is no longer online (it was taken down last October), I thought I would repost. Fortunately, it still counts as an epistle. You can read my original post about the poem here.
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Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Day 2 of hoping this doesn’t turn into a full-on cold…
Love,
Kevin
(17 February 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 