Dear Sunday,
Thank you for calmer dreams this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(18 January 2015)
Musings
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
This turned out to be a good day for staying in and taking it easy…
Love,
Kevin
(17 January 2015)
Black-and-white foreign film (with subtitles) (a poem)
I wrote three poems last night while watching a Japanese film (ももいろそらを, a/k/a About the Pink Sky). They all had parts I liked, but none of them quite worked on their own. This morning, I combined and edited them into a single poem…
Ch-ch-ch-changes (a realization)
It may come as little surprise to anyone who has followed this blog over the last several months (or longer) that the life of Kevin has remained in a state of flux. Continue reading
Upon finding the box of Polaroids I had taken a few weeks ago but then forgot all about (a poem)
Last night, I used my Polaroid SX-7o for the first time this year. When putting the print in the empty film box to save until I got home, I found that I had left three photos in it from the last time I used the camera…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
It’s good that you made it rain. Very good…
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2015)
Q&A: What are you working on these days? (January 2015)
It has been a while since I last posted one of these entries. I sort of ran out of questions to ask myself that I thought anybody else would be interested in, and then I got a couple of copy-editing assignments, which kept me busy for a good three weeks or so. The question I address in this entry is one that I have actually been asked a few times recently…
Running on empty (a poem)
The January 14th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that consists of one run-on sentence—commas okay, but no colons or semi-colons. I hate run-on sentences, but I figured I’d give this one a shot.
I ended up, more or less, with a prose poem. I don’t like prose poems, but breaking this one up into lines and stanzas didn’t make sense, so I will just let it be…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Sleep, sun, and serenity. That’ll work.
Love,
Kevin
(14 January 2015)
Bow Hill Road (a poem)
A familiar sight driving north on I-5 towards Bellingham and the Canadian border is the exit sign for Bow Hill Road…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 