Dear Sunday,
Twenty-six minutes so far. I might actually make it through the whole movie.
Love,
Kevin
(31 October 2021)
Dear Sunday,
Twenty-six minutes so far. I might actually make it through the whole movie.
Love,
Kevin
(31 October 2021)
Dear Saturday,
Making crockpot chicken and watching The World’s End.
Love,
Kevin
(30 October 2021)
Dear Friday,
All quiet so far.
Love,
Kevin
(29 October 2021)
Dear Thursday,
Alrighty, then! All Pfizered up.
Love,
Kevin
(28 October 2021)
Based on a prompt: ‘write your worst fear as if it were a living monster’. This doesn’t quite do the job—but some things are hard to translate.
Dear Wednesday,
First coffee, now drowsy. Will I never learn?
Love,
Kevin
(27 October 2021)
Written in part while watching a documentary about Joseph Beuys.
Dear Tuesday,
I don’t plan to get much done today, if that’s all right with you.
Love,
Kevin
(26 October 2021)
Dear Monday,
So why do I have to wake up early whenever I set the alarm clock?
Love,
Kevin
(25 October 2021)
Dear Sunday,
12:15 already? Where does the time go?
Love,
Kevin
(24 October 2021)