Dear Thursday,
You’ll have to forgive me. I had a good night’s sleep.
Love,
Kevin
(18 November 2021)
Musings
After the flood (this time) (a poem)
Continued.
Five and a half hours (a poem)
Thanks to a weekend of heavy rains, I found myself unable to get home the other night, as the freeway was blocked by a mudslide, and all the alternate routes were either closed due to flooding or essentially unpassable due to traffic accidents.
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
In the words of Eric Cartman, screw you guys—I’m going home.
Love,
Kevin
(17 November 2021)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I am not Southside Johnny. I do want to go home.
Love,
Kevin
(16 November 2021)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
So much rain! This is what it must be to live inside a car wash.
Love,
Kevin
(15 November 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Moody as ever, I see.
Love,
Kevin
(14 November 2021)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
They sure make you sit through a lot of previews before the main feature.
Love,
Kevin
(13 November 2021)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I should have known you and Thursday would be in cahoots. But pretend all you like—you’re not Tuesday…
Love,
Kevin
(12 November 2021)
Respite (a poem)
My take on a prompt: “You’ve lived a long and difficult life surviving in the desert. One day you fall into a deep sleep. When you awake, you find yourself in a lush forest.”
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