Taking a small breather and remembering last words…
Musings
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I can’t tell whether Saturday gave me a break or not. Maybe both. So be nice, okay?
Love,
Kevin
(25 August 2019)
I’m not going to write about this (a poem)
Once again, these are the days of long days…
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Not that I expect you to give me a break or anything, but you could maybe ease up a little bit?
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2019)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
You’re gonna give me a break this time, right?
Love,
Kevin
(23 August 2019)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Thanks for the weird night’s sleep, eh?
Love,
Kevin
(22 August 2019)
Another boring Wednesday (a poem)
Based on someone I saw walking in the rain today…
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…
