Wrote this after reading the review of Marianne and Leonard: Words of Love in The Guardian… The last word in love and despair will not be mine—as much as I’d like to think I’m the end of a line the words themselves come and go so quickly I barely have time to be conscious of [...]
Dear Sunday, So Napfest 2019 was fun. What do you have in mind? Love, Kevin (30 June 2019)
Dear Saturday, Back to normal—up at 6:30, asleep by 7. Love, Kevin (29 June 2019)
Based on a conversation with my mom… No wonder we don’t go through our lives without cares what with all the rattling going on up [in] there So much clattering we can’t even think it’s enough sometimes, you know to drive one to drink Just when you begin to get comfortable and think you’ll be [...]
Dear Friday, Ah, trepidation! I’ve missed you…(?) Love, Kevin (28 June 2019)
Steeling myself, just in case… There is no love there is only fear and desire and dying and what they may find after the fact There is no love there is only whatever this is for however long we have There is no love there is only hanging on to what you already know except [...]
Dear Thursday, So it begins (again)? Love, Kevin (27 June 2019)
A true story. This happened to me this last Sunday morning. The bitter taste at the back is no match for the coffee–sugar–milk concoction sold mostly in the larger bottles so you get a bigger buzz and need it that much more later Unfortunately, the effect is temporary so you have to buy even more [...]
Dear Wednesday, I am here now. Love, Kevin (26 June 2019)
Managed to eke this one out between sneezes… Drawn back the ragged hand scratched by thorns nails torn on jagged stones Stained into fibres a studied melancholy told in hoarse tones jostling with gentle drones Revealed beneath the excavated dirt buried in layers burned beyond recognition Denatured the fragments once buried here then a poison, [...]
