This shadorma came out of a dream I had this morning, in which I heard Don Henley sing the line I hid it to keep spinning the wheel. I started out writing a poem with that line (split into two lines), but it wasn’t working, so I started over, using the line purely as a reference.
Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
They say the storm’s a-coming…
Love,
Kevin
(13 October 2016)
Hot coals (a poem)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I hate it when I get sucked in by the news.
Love,
Kevin
(12 October 2016)
Boy, is my face orange (a poem)
This shadorma popped into my head when I got up this morning.
In the aftermath of the coup (a poem)
This started out as a shadorma, but I couldn’t make it work—dreams are funny that way…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
What’s that they say about living in ‘interesting times’?
Love,
Kevin
(11 October 2016)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
On the other hand, there are still 29 days until election day…
Love,
Kevin
(10 October 2016)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
At least the headache is gone.
Love,
Kevin
(9 October 2016)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Sleep is a weird thing sometimes.
Love,
Kevin
(8 October 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 