This day will go quickly—best to make note of it while I can…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
So… 56.
Love,
Kevin
(16 March 2019)
I am the Thief (a poem)
The title comes from a chapter of Jean-Paul Sartre’s Saint Genet; the rest comes from an afternoon ferry ride with a supposedly ‘routine’ escort by Coast Guard vessels, and the news. My attempt at commentary isn’t successful, but if I still think this poem worthy after some time has passed, I will have plenty of opportunity to work on it…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
So, how ’bout them ides?
Love,
Kevin
(15 March 2019)
Bookstore Poem #521
Tonight’s reading (It’s About Time, at the Ballard library) was the first one I had been to in what feels like forever. I wrote lots of new poems during; this is one of the couple that I liked… Continue reading
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
“DIVISION! CLEAR THE LOBBY!”
Love,
Kevin
(14 March 2019)
Vintage 1963 (a poem)
Another weird day—I’ll leave it at that…
It’s a book (the paperback)
So this arrived today… Continue reading
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
No wackiness today, okay?
Love,
Kevin
(13 March 2019)
Error messages (a poem)
What a weird day—in an oddly unremarkable way…