Joseph Guinigundo
One of the fondest memories I have with Kevin is of a crisp fall night under the hunter's moon. We were were sitting in his kitchen and waiting for our dates to arrive so we could all go to the symphony (Schubert's Ninth (The Unfinished). While waiting, we started writing a poem, trading off stanza's. I have no idea what happened to that poem... but the memory is more than enough.
I think that the fondest memory I have with Kevin started 15 years ago and finally came full circle this summer. 15 years ago Kevin went to New York for the summer break and asked me to house sit for him and look in on his cat, Kafka. I hadn't seen or talked to Kevin in nearly 10 years until the fall of 2010 when he finally caught me on Facebook. Well, this summer he reminded of my time looking after Kafka. I had nearly forgotten about that but the memories soon returned vividly to the point where I decided to write a short prose poem about my time with Kafka. Kevin paid me the highest compliment after I sent him a copy. He told me that it amounted to the most masterful piece of writing he had read all year. Coming from Kevin, that means the world to me.
Thank you, brother. For everything.
I miss you and I love you
Monday December 5, 2011 at 5:37 am