Dear Friday,
Waiting for the rain…
Love,
Kevin
(18 September 2020)
Writing
The spiralling of winter ghosts (a poem)
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Where’s the rain? Are you holding out on us?
Love,
Kevin
(17 September 2020)
Acknowledgement (a poem)
It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out.
For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion.
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Call me when you have more rain. We’ll talk.
Love,
Kevin
(16 September 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
How about some more of that rain? That was pretty nice.
Love,
Kevin
(15 September 2020)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
They can’t seem to make up their minds this morning. So, when’s that rain coming?
Love,
Kevin
(14 September 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
And The Lord said: “Thou shalt stay indoors—for real this time.”
Love,
Kevin
(13 September 2020)
233 (a poem)
Where there’s fire and a whole lot of wind, there’s smoke—and a lot of it.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
There’s a haze, but it’s not purple…
Love,
Kevin
(12 September 2020)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 