My writing challenge this month is to write poems in different locations; today it was Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park. Today’s entry was inspired by S. R. Mason’s ‘Your tongue tastes like copper at midnight’.
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Happy New Year?
Love,
Kevin
(1 January 2018)
The last day of 2017
Imagine the dumpsters in the photo above on fire, and you’ve got a good depiction of what the past year has been for a lot of us.
On this last day of 2017, I: Continue reading
the blast of direct sunlight on your cornea (a poem)
Inspired by the reflected sunlight from my car while I was at Open Books this afternoon to read a poem.
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Say goodbye to 2017—finally!
Love,
Kevin
(31 December 2017)
Virtue to the sinner is of no value to the saint (a poem)
Bonus round—inspired by a phrase (‘strangely lighted year’) from e-mail received today from Ruby Throat…
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Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Just think—last weekend we had snow…
Love,
Kevin
(30 December 2017)
渇き [Kawaki] (Thirst) (a poem)
Wrote this last night (but after midnight) while watching the movie of the same name on Hulu (which has it under The World of Kanako)…
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The most time of the year (a poem)
Today’s entry is inspired by a mis-remembered line from a song…
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I had a dream in which I was wearing really thick glasses with no lenses.
Love,
Kevin
(29 December 2017)
