Dear Sunday,
I suppose awkward translations are better than none at all.
Love,
Kevin
(6 September 2020)
Life
Saturday night. Dark room. Late-night radio.
This started out as a poem. But it wasn’t, so now it’s this.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Such a sleepy day.
Love,
Kevin
(5 September 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
What’s on the agenda today?
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Sorry. Got distracted again.
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
A black-and-white photograph and the tenuous connection of memory (a poem)
I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of dissonance (a poem)
Giant Meteor 2020!
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
You’ve stolen Saturday’s college football weather again, I see.
Love,
Kevin
(31 August 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It’s strange sometimes, to think of all the things we do on purpose.
Love,
Kevin
(30 August 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I do not remember asking for a wake-up call…
Love,
Kevin
(29 August 2020)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 