The first line (minus the comma) comes from a line of WordPress spam…
Writing
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Yes, I forgot what I was going to say. Sorry about that.
Love,
Kevin
(24 July 2019)
The Muse lives on (a poem)
Thinking about this article from The Guardian…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Yeah, so I woke up to discover that I’d put my clothes in the dryer last night, but started the washing machine instead. I trust that is not a harbinger of what’s to come.
Love,
Kevin
(23 July 2019)
Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Let’s hear it for insomnia for waking me up at 6 a.m. anyway!
Love,
Kevin
(22 July 2019)
The corpus and I haven’t always been on speaking terms (a poem)
Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Fifty years ago today, the next person to walk on the moon became nothing more than the next person to walk on the moon.
Love,
Kevin
(21 July 2019)
Border poem
One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Fifty years ago, this moment was 50 years away.
Love,
Kevin
(20 July 2019)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 