Dear Friday,
Taking no chances today. Coffee upon waking up at 3 a.m.…
Love,
Kevin
(11 March 2016)
Dear Friday,
Taking no chances today. Coffee upon waking up at 3 a.m.…
Love,
Kevin
(11 March 2016)
This pantoum was an effort to try something new. When I go to an open-mic, I usually read something I have already worked on, typed into a Word document, and done some preliminary editing. I wrote this poem this afternoon, while waiting for the room to open, and read it straight from my journal. I really must work on my legibility…
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Dear Thursday,
No boom—but out went the lights. I’m glad we’re back now…
Love,
Kevin
(10 March 2016)
Back to the pantoum. The ‘explosions’ part of the title refers to last night’s gas explosion in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood. One of the businesses destroyed in the explosion was Neptune Coffee, the first place I ever read any of my writing in public (a short story, in late 2013). The Couth Buzzard, where I regularly participate in a weekly open mic, is across the street and one block south; their storefront windows were shattered.
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Dear Wednesday,
I’m just waking up, really—but you’ve already been up to a lot this morning, haven’t you?
Love,
Kevin
(9 March 2016)
Not a pantoum or a poem about politics (yes!), but necessary.
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This one will date quickly—but I want to get it out of my system…
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Dear Tuesday,
Can I be done with the headaches already?
Love,
Kevin
(8 March 2016)
Dear Monday,
Have you and Tuesday decided to trade places?
Love,
Kevin
(7 March 2016)
Continuing to explore the pantoum…
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