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Ordinary Average Thoughts

Confounding expectations since 1963

Musings

One piece at a time (a poem)

2015/07/10 — Leave a comment

Lots of fragments and random stuff last night…
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This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged assemblage, fragments, July 2015, pieces, poem, poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Acrophobia (a poem)

2015/07/10 — Leave a comment

Lots of fragments and random stuff last night…
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This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged fear of falling, fear of heights, in person vs on the screen, July 2015, poem, poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Dear Thursday…

2015/07/09 — Leave a comment

Dear Thursday,

I hate it when things keep me awake at night.

Love,
Kevin

(9 July 2015)

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Until they become light enough to rise (a poem)

2015/07/08 — Leave a comment

Some open mics are good environments for writing…
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This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged comfort, emotion, feeling, July 2015, music, opening, poem, poetry, souls, surrender. Bookmark the permalink.

Dear Wednesday…

2015/07/08 — Leave a comment

Dear Wednesday,

I see you have on your Monday disguise…

Love,
Kevin

(8 July 2015)

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Dear Tuesday…

2015/07/07 — Leave a comment

Dear Tuesday,

You know those days when everything feels like a struggle? I hate those days…

Love,
Kevin

(7 July 2015)

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A wish (a poem)

2015/07/07 — Leave a comment

My Tanabata poem for this year…
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This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged branch, dreams, growth, happiness, hearts, July 2015, love, poem, poetry, Tanabata, wish. Bookmark the permalink.

Stars and ladybugs (a poem)

2015/07/07 — Leave a comment

Written about a photograph of a woman participating in (I think) the Fremont Summer Solstice parade…
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This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry, Writing and tagged impressions, July 2015, light, masque (mask), Parade, poem, poetry, radiance, walking, woman. Bookmark the permalink.

Dear Monday…

2015/07/06 — Leave a comment

Dear Monday,

Is it really you? After this last weekend, it’s kind of hard to tell…

Love,
Kevin

(6 July 2015)

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Dear Sunday…

2015/07/05 — Leave a comment

Dear Sunday,

On days like this, I scan…

Love,
Kevin

(5 July 2015)

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