Dear Saturday,
Friday did such a good job of impersonating you that I was fooled for much of the day. It’s really you this time, isn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(12 May 2018)
Writing
On seeing the blue veins in my sunlit arm (a poem)
I haven’t been spending as much time outside as I should, so my forearms in particular are really pale…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
So, will plans hold? I’m feeling like I need a break between outings.
Love,
Kevin
(11 May 2018)
Bookstore Poem #272. Some people have fantasies when their mind wanders; this is what happens when my mind wanders
I wrote this during a poetry reading at the Ballard Library… Continue reading
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Okay, Thursday. What’s the plan?
Love,
Kevin
(10 May 2018)
Bookstore Poem #252. Deepest blue
At Third Place Books this afternoon. Svetlana Alexievich’s Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets caught my eye, resulting in this: Continue reading
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I swear, it could be an old country song: ‘My Kitty Loves to Sleep (But Hates it When I Do)’…
Love,
Kevin
(9 May 2018)
‘I’m aiming for ninety-five’ (a poem)
Why am I thinking about this first thing in the morning?
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Monday eventually rallied. How about you?
Love,
Kevin
(8 May 2018)
Bookstore Poem #247. Inner voices
A short while ago, I overheard an author saying that kids ‘don’t have those inner critical voices’, that they don’t compare their drawings to others and judge themselves. Not so, say I… Continue reading
Ordinary Average Thoughts 