Dear Thursday, Not very restful sleep + no alarm cat = sluggish Kevin. Love, Kevin (6 December 2018)
Bookstore Poem #433
I was not watching TV when I wrote this. Looks like they’ve stumped the panel this round the question wasn’t even a curveball— nobody knew where to look Oddly enough nobody seems to be keeping score either so now everybody’s arguing about who was ahead— and by how much The viewing audience has slipped out [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, I’m glad it’s not raining—but it’s too damn cold now. See if you can get some of those clouds back, won’t you? Love, Kevin (5 December 2018)
Keep dreaming (a poem)
Thinking out loud… I want a different life one with time and substance to move the day along its own measured pace— no rush, no crunch There’s a café in Paris or a kissaten in Tokyo waiting for me with the best cup of coffee on earth and an afternoon made for lingering music made [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Mmmm…heated blanket… Love, Kevin (4 December 2018)
Something about the Dakotas (a poem)
(Not actually about the Dakotas) A large weather system moves across the state and the five o’clock news No one pays attention because weather maps lack detail during the afternoon commute Plus everybody’s listening to something else and either singing along or yelling at the radio A large dark stain at the side of the [...]
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, Still slightly off… Love, Kevin (3 December 2018)
17:30 (a poem)
A rainy Sunday spent mostly at home… I woke up again not knowing if it was already tomorrow or still today The darkness is indistinguishable that’s probably why I’ve spent the better part of the day here under the covers in front of a glowing screen What is this autumn Sunday trying to tell me? [...]
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, I hate counting. Love, Kevin (2 December 2018)
Bookstore Poem #441
Would I like my writing better in another language? Imagine this in German or Czech or Russian or Thai or any of the subtitles on offer, really Do the different cadences and clusters of vowels and consonants give these words a gravity that my own choices lack? I take another sip before continuing if you [...]
