A self-portrait of sorts. I am posing as myself a role for which I am both uniquely qualified and horribly ill-suited I have been the Brainiac the awkward poet the hormone-fueled misfit the inadvertent member of an in-crowd the expat living on ¥600 a day the expat working in a Tokyo high-rise the basket case [...]
Dear Monday, A little grey for the end of summer, don’t you think? Love, Kevin (21 September 2020)
Dear Sunday, Open windows on a sunny day. Love, Kevin (20 September 2020)
Dear Saturday, It’s good that we could clear the air, finally. Love, Kevin (19 September 2020)
Dear Friday, Waiting for the rain… Love, Kevin (18 September 2020)
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay. Winter ghosts are waiting in the wings wishing to leapfrog their autumn counterparts Rain is hesitant leaving a few drops a night or two ago but silent ever since Echoes echo quiet as well the canyon before us has no size The [...]
Dear Thursday, Where’s the rain? Are you holding out on us? Love, Kevin (17 September 2020)
It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out. For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion. We acknowledge the land upon which we live and those [...]
Dear Wednesday, Call me when you have more rain. We’ll talk. Love, Kevin (16 September 2020)
Dear Tuesday, How about some more of that rain? That was pretty nice. Love, Kevin (15 September 2020)
poetry and collage art by Constance Bourg
A dark spill of worlds and words
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
How to Kick Guilt in the Balls.
Thoughts and images by Omar Willey
Monica Carroll
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
