Some of the things I was noticing as I was writing… The curtain is off his visage is now on full display in all its dysentery-stained, diseased-fruit fascist malfeasance The tilt into hell is remembered with nostalgia and reverence of otherworldly things drawn without outlines She looks like she’s bending forward and backward at the [...]
Dear Monday, This is spring. I’m not supposed to be able to see my breath… Love, Kevin (25 March 2019)
Sometimes you have to go with the music… In the middle of this isolation… I want to be smothered buried surrounded by the warm the damp the scent the sweat fulfilling the dream she once told me about The touch— smooth rough sliding pressing against my skin a familiar taste forever locked in here commanding [...]
I wonder about myself sometimes… Thirty percent to Lichtenstein and a fantasy I never allowed myself What will they call the place when I get there? (23 March 2019—posted March 24th) I have books available. Links to more information here. Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount [...]
Dear Sunday, So, what would you do? Love, Kevin (24 March 2019)
A poem about something really ordinary… Chuck it all? Start fresh? To build a new flame you need fuel and something flammable What’s here won’t light a damn thing Not for what they’re asking (22 March 2019—posted March 23rd) I have books available. Links to more information here. Or, if you like, you can use [...]
Dear Saturday, Dinner for breakfast. I had one serving and I’m stuffed. Must be Saturday… Love, Kevin (23 March 2019)
Dear Friday, Good morning! Nice to see you. Love, Kevin (22 March 2019)
Found a used copy of Wisława Szymborska’s View With a Grain of Sand at Third Place Books this afternoon. It had an inscription on the title page. Normally, I would pass up such a copy unless the inscription were by the author. But this one drew me in enough that I knew I had to buy [...]
(21 March 2019)
