Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts.
Writing
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I suppose awkward translations are better than none at all.
Love,
Kevin
(6 September 2020)
Saturday night. Dark room. Late-night radio.
This started out as a poem. But it wasn’t, so now it’s this.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Such a sleepy day.
Love,
Kevin
(5 September 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
What’s on the agenda today?
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Sorry. Got distracted again.
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I’m awake. Sort of.
Love,
Kevin
(2 September 2020)
A black-and-white photograph and the tenuous connection of memory (a poem)
I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again.
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
HOAs. You know what I’m talking about.
Love,
Kevin
(1 September 2020)
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of dissonance (a poem)
Giant Meteor 2020!
