Dear Thursday,
I’m not sure it’s possible to understand Rollerball first thing in the morning.
Love,
Kevin
(14 May 2020)
Writing
This title has nothing to do with whatever the poem is about (a poem)
A little of this, and a little of that…
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Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
What do you suppose is happening today?
Love,
Kevin
(13 May 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Evening already? Sorry, I was being productive for once.
Love,
Kevin
(12 May 2020)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I like the sun, but see if you can turn the temperature down a smidge, okay?
Love,
Kevin
(11 May 2020)
DM (a poem)
Mother’s Day, 2020…
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I hate slivers.
Love,
Kevin
(10 May 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Maybe I think too much.
Love,
Kevin
(9 May 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
News this morning of a bizarre gardening accident—can’t make this stuff up.
Love,
Kevin
(8 May 2020)
We don’t have cloudbursts where I live (a poem)
I was listening to ‘Cloudburst on Shingle Street’ by Thomas Dolby, which got me to thinking about rain…
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