Dear Monday,
Six hours without being interrupted. How weird is that?
Love,
Kevin
(28 November 2016)
Dear Monday,
Six hours without being interrupted. How weird is that?
Love,
Kevin
(28 November 2016)
Dear Sunday,
My remaining alarm cat needs to get better at her job. On the other hand, I do like getting extra sleep for a change…
Love,
Kevin
(27 November 2016)
Dear Saturday,
So, I finally got that small bit of business out of the way…
Love,
Kevin
(26 November 2016)
The Z poem. Another tricky one, until I remembered a German phrase I happened upon years ago…
The Y poem.
Dear Friday,
Well, the sun is out, anyway…
Love,
Kevin
(25 November 2016)
Dear Thursday,
Thanks…?
Kevin
(24 November 2016)
The X poem—especially tricky, given the lack of useful words that start with that letter, and since I wanted to avoid the obvious x-ray, xylophone and X marks the spot. The multifaceted XO to the rescue!
In the wake of this year’s election catastrophe (whether your candidate won or lost, I think we can all agree that the whole thing was a huge mess), the holidays are once again upon us. Since I have not been very good about pushing my several collections of poetry for personal consumption, here is where I jump on that particular bandwagon…
From now through December 31st, all of my e-books can be had for $1.99 each—in your choice of ePub or Kindle format—through Smashwords. Basically, that’s 50% off the regular price for everything except This Is Fifty-three and ‘Dear Monday…’, and 60% off the regular price of those two titles. Continue reading
The W poem.