Dear Sunday,
Too bad I have plans today. I think a Quiet Day is needed.
Love,
Kevin
(13 November 2016)
Dear Sunday,
Too bad I have plans today. I think a Quiet Day is needed.
Love,
Kevin
(13 November 2016)
The M poem.
Dear Saturday,
I’m confused. Doesn’t draining anything leave behind a bunch of sludge?
Love,
Kevin
(12 November 2016)
The L poem.
Dear Friday,
Cat at 2 a.m., the neighbor’s car alarm at 4 a.m. So very tired…
Love,
Kevin
(11 November 2016)
The K poem.
Flashback Friday:
Four years ago, I had the chance to interview Sylvie Simmons about her then-new book, I’m Your Man: The Life of Leonard Cohen, for The Nervous Breakdown. We did the interview just two days after my then wife and I decided to split, so I was actually feeling on the verge of a nervous breakdown—but I managed to keep it together long enough to ask coherent questions, and then transcribe and edit before passing on the article to my editor for final touches and publication. (Note: ‘sea drops’ at the end is a transcription error—but I never did figure out exactly what the correct word was, and Ms. Simmons didn’t correct me when she wrote back to me after I sent her the edited interview to check for any inaccurate quotes.)
(11 November 2016)
Dear Thursday,
I’m already tired. (I can only imagine how other folks are feeling.)
Kevin
(10 November 2016)
The J poem.
The I poem.