Dear Tuesday, Can we handle this much sense? Love, Kevin (24 November 2020)
Author: Kevin J. O'Conner
I'm primarily a poet and copy editor. I also make art, edit audio, and take photographs. Confounding expectations since 1963.
Monday morning, Samish Way (a poem)
Observations from this morning. The seagull army is out in force five to a streetlamp The old man by the mailboxes goes to pick up the paper bag he tossed to the ground He thinks better and walks away (23 November 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore. [...]
Passing thoughts in cluster and transit (a poem)
This is not necessarily political, but I still have been watching too much news lately. Not yay or nay but merely present Attention wanders for a year or two and change It turns up when it needs to be paid then disappears when the meter has been fed No desire No substitutions No lasting consequence [...]
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, Only two. I’m good with that. Love, Kevin (23 November 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, Ah, the good ol’ tiebreaker! Love, Kevin (22 November 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, Oh, that Junior! Love, Kevin (21 November 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, I’m reminded of an old quote from a friend of mine: “Let’s hurry up and print this bitch so we can get the fuck outta here.” Love, Kevin (20 November 2020)
Chapter and Verse: An Ode to Congress (a poem)
The holidays and the end of the year are shortly upon us, yet the United States Congress has taken no further action to provide assistance to the citizens they supposedly represent. In fact, if I understand correctly, they are about to break for the holidays. Either way, it seems they are currently not working on [...]
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, Holy motherforking shirtballs. THIS is the Bad Place! Love, Kevin (19 November 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Where’s the cavalry when we need them? Love, Kevin (18 November 2020)
