Based on someone I saw walking in the rain today…
Life
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
So, which fresh hell will this week bring? Seriously, though, you’re looking good so far.
Love,
Kevin
(19 August 2019)
What happens between crescent moons (a poem)
When my TV viewing habits (a David Bowie documentary) meet memories…
The diminishing returns of 42 years, 220 days (a poem)
Watching an HBO documentary about Elvis this afternoon…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Thanks to the library, I’m catching up on my stories…
Love,
Kevin
(18 August 2019)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Free shredding day!
Love,
Kevin
(17 August 2019)
In suspension (a poem)
An oddly quiet day…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Elvis is still dead.
Love,
Kevin
(16 August 2019)
Vowel sounds (a poem)
After skipping all of the night’s festivities, my thoughts wandered back a few summers or thirty…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
So sleepy today.
Love,
Kevin
(15 August 2019)
