Dear Tuesday,
I know I shouldn’t be surprised—but man! All this paperwork…
Love,
Kevin
(10 September 2019)
Musings
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Back to work, Monday. Back to work.
Love,
Kevin
(9 September 2019)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
After Saturday’s tantrums, let’s hope you can be calmer.
Love,
Kevin
(8 September 2019)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
How did everything go from warp speed to slow motion?
Love,
Kevin
(7 September 2019)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Starting me off with a bit of extra sleep. Thanks, Friday!
Love,
Kevin
(6 September 2019)
Scavenging (a poem)
It’s a process, as they way…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Okay, I went to Expo 86 on the final weekend, so I’m used to waiting—but this is annoying.
Love,
Kevin
(5 September 2019)
One last discovery before turning out the lights (a poem)
Found another box to look through…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Have fun playing Monday. There’ll be lots to do.
Love,
Kevin
(3 September 2019)
143 poem: William F. Buckley
A blackout poem done at poetrynight at the Alternative Library in Bellingham. From Poetry magazine, Vol. CXC, No. 2, p. 143, May 2007 issue.
