Dear Sunday,
I have mixed feelings today.
Love,
Kevin
(3 June 2018)
What would she name me? (a poem)
Remembering something this morning, and following where it leads…
A question for the insects that die in my apartment (a poem)
I always wonder why they don’t notice the dead bodies of other insects and just flee…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
This seems familiar.
Love,
Kevin
(2 June 2018)
Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream
What the title says… Continue reading
Grounded (a poem)
Inspired by a line in a Japanese drama…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
What do you suppose will happen today? You can tell me…
Love,
Kevin
(1 June 2018)
The canvas (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—or 75% of it, anyway. The last section didn’t add anything worthwhile, so I cut it in favor of the last line here.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
This not having a clock to look at is really weird.
Love,
Kevin
(31 May 2018)
Conversation starters (a poem)
This has been a weird day. Not so weird as to qualify for bizarre, but a more mundane type of weird. And right after I finished this poem, I found the back scratcher…
