Dear Saturday,
What’s with all the little noises I’m hearing?
Love,
Kevin
(16 December 2017)
Dear Saturday,
What’s with all the little noises I’m hearing?
Love,
Kevin
(16 December 2017)
Dear Friday,
Sometimes answers are not forthcoming.
Love,
Kevin
(15 December 2017)
Dear Thursday,
It seems as though you just got here, and already half the day is gone…
Love,
Kevin
(14 December 2017)
Dear Wednesday,
Holy crap! That’s not my calendar, is it?
Love,
Kevin
(13 December 2017)
Dear Tuesday,
Interesting how that couple in the Ford Fusion commercial marvels at how their car stopped automatically for a pedestrian, rather than at how the husband nearly ran over a pedestrian…
Love,
Kevin
(12 December 2017)
Dear Monday,
I suppose I have to be myself now, don’t I?
Love,
Kevin
(11 December 2017)
Dear Sunday,
I need coffee.
Love,
Kevin
(10 December 2017)
Dear Saturday,
Sorry to miss you, but I needed the day to myself.
Love,
Kevin
(10 December 2017)
Last night, I was the featured poet at Everett Poetry Night for the first time. This slot had been scheduled months ago, but recent developments (mostly related to the misbehavior of my car, and my lack of funds to get the needed repairs right away) had me wondering whether or not I would be able to go. But, having skipped the trip to Everett for the last several weeks already, I was determined to not flake out on the one night I had obligated myself to go.
I gave myself plenty of time to run into problems and still get there—which is pretty much what happened. Then it was simply a matter of waiting the five-and-a-half hours for my turn to get on stage and read some of my poems. Eventually, of course, the time came. Continue reading
Dear Friday,
And now the calm.
Love,
Kevin
(8 December 2017)