Not a very productive day today—up till 3:30 a.m., so way too tired to do much… The crew of the USS Enterprise would be rocked back and forth during attacks and evasive maneuvers I can see it now: Spock grabbing the railing on the bridge for support Kirk clutching the arms of the captain’s chair [...]
Tag: January 2018
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, Sometimes, doing the right thing is a pain in the ass. Zzzzz… Love, Kevin (26 January 2018)
Interlude in Mustardland (a poem)
No chance to get out today… Mustardscapes suggest either something is very wrong or the world has been remade in the image of Grey Poupon®— a little spicy, nothing terribly special, overpriced for what it is. The best sunsets are much, much warmer, a rich, reddish-orange that would melt if it were anything other than [...]
The Lilac Years—new new cover draft
Here is my latest draft of the front cover for The Lilac Years: I came up with this about two or three weeks back for another project; since I never submitted that iteration for consideration, I decided to appropriate it for my own nefarious purposes. I still like my ‘old’ design, but the simplicity of this [...]
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, I’d forgotten about the joys of cold pizza the next morning… Love, Kevin (25 January 2018)
Waiting Room Poem #10. Too early
A poem from the waiting room on a bleary-eyed Wednesday morning. On the bright side, I have two working headlights again… Too early is the motif of the day from alarms to arrivals extending through to inconveniences Pretending business as usual takes effort the lighting is too bright and the talking heads in the TV [...]
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Too early… Love, Kevin (24 January 2018)
Bookstore Poem #101. Fictional truths
Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. 1 Fiction happens every day running commentary coming from everywhere the streams merging into a muddle of crosstalk and purebred myth made for the modern news cycle 2 Fiction is an assertion with ulterior motive 3 Fiction is a collection of lies but fiction is truth and the truth [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Argh. It’s always the little crap… Love, Kevin (23 January 2018)
Bookstore Poem #99. A long, thoughtful poem is here, waiting
Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. I think it thinks I’m not ready for its arrival. This is most likely correct; that long, thoughtful meditation on some subject ordinary or profound is not the sort of thing that emerges from my thoughts in a form worth writing down. I am a poet of brief observations [...]
Ordinary Average Thoughts 