Dear Monday…

Dear Monday, Why does my computer decide to start giving me audible notice of incoming mail one minute before my alarm is set to go off? Love, Kevin (19 February 2018)


Exquisite corpse poem in The Seattle Star

Recently I participated in another Creative Commons celebration in Seattle. As part of the festivities, participants were asked to contribute a couple of lines to an exquisite corpse poem—a poem constructed a line or two at a time, which each participant seeing and responding to only a single line. The Seattle Star, the fine folks [...]

An itinerary (a poem)

I’m watching Quay Brothers films again…  The fourth day of the week arrived on the fifth day of the week I gave it a cursory glance then went back to staring at objects less deserving of my attention Their value was merely potential but sometimes potential requires attention if it is to develop into itself [...]