What else will be on the list by then… A pint of vanilla by request Afternoon on the interstate with a vacuum cleaner in the back Questions that weigh heavy because it’s happening too quickly An outlook grown uncertain because figures don’t add up Decisions that have to be made (31 July 2019) Wishes sometimes [...]
Tag: July 2019
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Lawn mowers and leaf blowers. Must be Wednesday… Love, Kevin (31 July 2019)
Bookstore Poem #657
Ow—Ow—Ow… Movement makes me stiffen sitting is an exercise in endurance I should be used to it by now but so far I’ve endured by accident and a stubborn streak that doesn’t know better I don’t even know what I did— was it the four hours behind the wheel or did I sleep wrong? The [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Decisions, decisions… Love, Kevin (30 July 2019)
Solution? (a poem)
If it were only that simple… I used to take apart the cube and put it back together with the colours in the right positions Why can’t we just do that? (29 July 2019) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available—order now from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t get it for you, [...]
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, You must be mistaken. I did not order the lower back pain… Love, Kevin (29 July 2019)
This morning (a poem)
And every day another one… Every couple of blocks a chair at the side of the road with a sign marked FREE The dining room chair lonely by the picket fence The plush recliner decked out in green A decorative piece deprived of cushion uncertain of its character— sign or no sign longing to be [...]
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, Coffee time! Love, Kevin (28 July 2019)
No need to make it worse (a poem)
I sense this is becoming a theme… Is it ever the right time to ask what she remembers? She knows she’s having trouble— mostly little things so far And then there was that one thing… But no, she knows there’s a detail or two missing here and there No need to make it worse Does [...]
It’s raining (a poem)
It was raining when I got up this morning. … It’s raining On a day when I get to find out what it’s like to drive in the rain it’s raining Meanwhile the subtleties of junior-high school Spanish are lost on me now I can’t tell where my knowledge ends and my ignorance begins and [...]