I don’t remember where I saw the phrase ‘immobile commuters’, but it made me think of I-5 in Seattle… Continue reading
July 2016
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I feel like I’m forgetting something about this day. You’ll let me know if you think of it, right?
Love,
Kevin
(13 July 2016)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
You can do something about this, right?
Love,
Kevin
(12 July 2016)
ART 53, day 32
This Is Fifty-Three, day 32
Back at it this here Monday, following the weekend of poetry readings (minus one)…
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Woods (a poem)
Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Not surprised. Disappointed, but not surprised.
Love,
Kevin
(11 July 2016)
Disengagement (a poem)
Drawn from a preliminary news item on essence.com, and informed by a New York Times article from August 2015…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Yes, I am going to have to re-evaluate some of my dietary choices…
Love,
Kevin
(10 July 2016)
Not a poem—just an observation (with an occasional vow)
I understand being afraid.
I understand being angry.
I understand being disappointed.
I understand wanting to scream at somebody who has done me wrong.
I understand wishing that someone who has done me wrong would suffer in the same way I have.
I don’t understand intentionally inflicting harm on another person.
I don’t understand intentionally inflicting harm on another person when that person is not doing anything to cause me harm.
I don’t understand intentionally inflicting harm on another person when that person is already clearly in distress.
I don’t understand continuing to inflict harm on another person when my actions have already caused them distress.
I don’t understand intentionally inflicting physical injury on another person for any reason that does not involve defending oneself from a direct, purposeful physical attack.
In the absence of a valid reason to do otherwise, I believe in treating everyone I meet with respect, regardless of my perceptions of their physical presence.
If I respond to the mere sight of someone with fear or apprehension, I examine my reasons for doing so, and remind myself that this person is no different than I am beyond the fact that they are not me.
I believe in being open to the possibility (or likelihood, if you prefer) that I may be wrong—and strive to admit that I am wrong when that is in fact the case.
I realize that I am not perfect. Accordingly, I do my best to remember that this is also true of everyone else I will ever encounter.
I strive to expect no more of my fellow human beings than I do of myself.
I will not blame someone else for what they have simply because they have it and I do not.
I will not deny someone else the opportunities that I have had but they have not previously had.
I will not disparage someone for being in the right place at the right time because I was not.
I will be appreciative for the good done to me by other people, regardless of their circumstances (or mine).
I will support my friends to the best of my ability.
I will not blame myself for those things that my lack of ability does not allow me to do.
I will do my best to express myself honestly and authentically.
I will be silent when my words will not add anything to the conversation.
I will try to be the best person I can be. That is all I can do. I expect no praise for this. Nor will I apologize for it. In the words of Popeye, ‘I yam what I yam.’
(9 July 2016)
Blindness (a poem)
Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix…