My last poem of 2016… A room empty but for the couple in the back corner whispering over the candle in the center of the table Fireworks explode the sky two time zones away if the photographs are to be believed The couple put on their coats as they head for the door They turn [...]
Tag: December 2016
The things that make me remember (a poem)
A jumble of memories and present moments in this one… Seems I’m always pulling out the cord the light dims the connection is cut the fragrance that used to greet me dissipates—slowly a lingering resentment somehow let go Steel, tempered and brushed leaves marks on skin where blood once flowed The apple still tastes as [...]
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, There is coffee in my future… Love, Kevin (31 December 2016)
Ill-fitting disguise (a poem)
I just started watching this Japanese series, Fujiko, on Hulu. A couple of moments got me going on this… Somebody likened that thought to murder I always thought it was more like a case of mistaken identity or a disguise ill-fitting A railroad crossing signal ignored a foot caught between the rail and the pavement shoes [...]
Pen vs Shadow (a poem)
A brief poem from last night. You can’t trace a moving object Every point, every curve is delayed indefinitely for no other reason than the need to keep moving (29 December 2016—posted December 30th)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, Even in my dreams, I get pre-empted… Love, Kevin (30 December 2016)
The optics of dimension (a poem)
Inspired by an offhand remark by George Michael in a television interview. The problem of photographs is that they still rely on memory to tell the story behind what you see I don’t want to reduce you to dimensions I can handle a flat representation of the real thing I want immersion I want it messy [...]
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, Just a couple more days until this intestinal flu of a year is over! Love, Kevin (29 December 2016)
A small experiment
Yesterday, I tried something a little different. I started out writing a prose poem, but wasn’t satisfied with it—so I took what I had written and adapted it to more of a free-verse form. First, the prose poem: Interference patterns The layers of music in the air draw out the confusion. It’s thick, sluggish, a [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, RIP, coffeemaker. Love, Kevin (28 December 2016)
