It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out.
For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion.
Dear Monday,
They can’t seem to make up their minds this morning. So, when’s that rain coming?
Love,
Kevin
(14 September 2020)
Dear Sunday,
And The Lord said: “Thou shalt stay indoors—for real this time.”
Love,
Kevin
(13 September 2020)
Where there’s fire and a whole lot of wind, there’s smoke—and a lot of it.
Dear Saturday,
There’s a haze, but it’s not purple…
Love,
Kevin
(12 September 2020)
Dear Friday,
I’m finally well rested and the air goes to shit? Not cool, Friday. Not cool.
Love,
Kevin
(11 September 2020)
Dear Thursday,
Sneezefest is over. But now I need a nap.
Love,
Kevin
(10 September 2020)
Dear Monday,
Enjoy your day off.
Love,
Kevin
(7 September 2020)
Because, really, I come up with either decent titles or decent poems, but seldom both.
Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 