Dear Sunday, There’s no confusing love and art, but they sure get mixed up an awful lot, don’t they? Love, Kevin (15 July 2018)
What do you call rust when it’s green? (a poem)
A brief poem(ish) written on my phone—too tired to do more… My car is crusted over— grusted over?— like a pond covered with a layer of algae Resistant to rain allergic to car washes Undercover no paint job needed No wonder I get away with so much (14 July 2018)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, Don’t you have anything to say? Love, Kevin (14 July 2018)
Face 1/Face 2 (a poem)
Inspired by some of the works on display at Gallery Onyx as part of the Onyx Fine Arts Collective’s 13th annual exhibit, Art ’n Soul: A Celebration of Black Joy… They are not faces They are paint on canvas brushed dabbed scraped splattered splashed smoothed swirled in [...]
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, Painting in the morning. How genteel am I? Love, Kevin (13 July 2018)
Bookstore Poem #319. Learning to love the deep blue sea
Bonus round… The first sensation: cold cold all around penetrating through my mouth into my chest The second sensation: gagging water going down being pushed back up convulsing The third sensation: burning my eyes my throat my lungs The fourth sensation: thirst anything anything at all to wash away the taste of salt The fifth [...]
Bookstore Poem #318
Six lines of heartbreak doubled in some places unbroken walk through walls swim across oceans tug from unseen places connect moments in time bind to memory define permanence (12 July 2018)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, They say it’s Thursday the 12th you really have to watch out for. What do you think? Love, Kevin (12 July 2018)
Consequences (Pluto is a planet) (a poem)
Stemming from a pre-workshop conversation last Saturday… The scientists may say otherwise for now but Pluto is a planet You can’t just kick it out— it’s part of the solar system You know—the one with that big, bright, fiery sun around which the planets orbit Okay, technically I suppose we can since we’re the ones [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Looking for that new break. I suspect you know something. Love, Kevin (11 July 2018)
