It was raining when I got up this morning. …
Writing
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Funny you should give me rain on the day I’m getting new tires that are supposed to handle well in the rain…
Love,
Kevin
(27 July 2019)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
You almost got away from me, but I’m back now. In a non-creepy, non-stalkery way, that is.
Love,
Kevin
(26 July 2019)
The fourth emoji is what your face looks like when you’re having sex (a poem)
Based on random Twitter stuff…
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Another night of insomnia out of the way.
Love,
Kevin
(25 July 2019)
The skip-rope jump dance of my runaway imagination (a poem)
The first line (minus the comma) comes from a line of WordPress spam…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Yes, I forgot what I was going to say. Sorry about that.
Love,
Kevin
(24 July 2019)
The Muse lives on (a poem)
Thinking about this article from The Guardian…
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Yeah, so I woke up to discover that I’d put my clothes in the dryer last night, but started the washing machine instead. I trust that is not a harbinger of what’s to come.
Love,
Kevin
(23 July 2019)
Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia…
