There’s a bright, golden moon tonight.
Life
Behnd the mask when masks are up front (a poem)
A self-portrait of sorts.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
A little grey for the end of summer, don’t you think?
Love,
Kevin
(21 September 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Open windows on a sunny day.
Love,
Kevin
(20 September 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
It’s good that we could clear the air, finally.
Love,
Kevin
(19 September 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Waiting for the rain…
Love,
Kevin
(18 September 2020)
The spiralling of winter ghosts (a poem)
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Where’s the rain? Are you holding out on us?
Love,
Kevin
(17 September 2020)
Acknowledgement (a poem)
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…
Dear Monday,
They can’t seem to make up their minds this morning. So, when’s that rain coming?
Love,
Kevin
(14 September 2020)
