Something topical for the last day of my verbless-poem month… Lightning quick with a daredevil mind Seconds between safety and danger freedom and the cage the decision and the execution All of that ink over assignment of blame with little justification beyond misanthropy NIMBY-land pride and boredom on a May afternoon Shadows, sheriffs, and logical [...]
Tag: May 2016
Website Update 5/31/16
Working on housekeeping-type stuff today. So far, I have added a PayPal Donate button and mailing list signup (MailChimp) to my website. For now, I am calling my e-mail list Cult of Lucy. Lucy, of course, is the Alarm Cat… Update update: I have now added PayPal Buy Now buttons under the Purchase from the author headings on the [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Can’t we just vote already? Love, Kevin (31 May 2016)
Character (a poem)
Not a very productive day… Whirlpool eyes chestnut hair the thousand-watt smile smoky voice and a way with words From a face in the crowd to a face in my mind straight from the page outside of time Long nights endless mornings a single point of convergence A fantasy nothing else to me in my [...]
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, You’re looking awfully chipper. Oh, right—you’ve got the day off! Love, Kevin (30 May 2016)
ART 53, day 24
This Is Fifty-Three, day 24 Worked on preliminary layouts for Secrets today. I’ve been bad about tracking actual hours, but I can say that today I worked through Silver Streak, Between the Lines, and Ghostbusters (which should be just about finished by the time I have posted this). As expected, this was much simpler than [...]
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, Sometimes I don’t understand the paths I follow. I just take them and hope for the best. What else is there? Love, Kevin (29 May 2016)
The inconsequential daydreams of a cracked shell (a poem)
I don’t know what this is, but I wrote it anyway. The sharp edges of fire every piece of knowledge not mine empty amidst the fragrant screens soot, smoke, charcoal, and ash exceptions to the protocol of layers and their command of facts Insinuations in fragments on the ground next to walls of shadow, doubt, [...]
Sinistrata (a poem)
In the twilight through the window from next door the sounds of melancholy and despair once deep within now out in the open darkness under shadow and cover One solitary figure there in the space an architect of gloom a raw wound open and fresh Washes and waves questions in sustain with percussive accents a [...]
The look in her eyes (a poem)
This one is strange to me, because I do not remember writing it. A sleeper on a different schedule the same old face in my mirror The look in her eyes far, far away A step or two in the opposite direction my eyes closed for too long Red, red lights a crack in the [...]
