Dear Sunday,
My, how time flies when you’re keeping tabs on the disintegration of democracy…
Love,
Kevin
(10 January 2021)
Dear Sunday,
My, how time flies when you’re keeping tabs on the disintegration of democracy…
Love,
Kevin
(10 January 2021)
Dear Saturday,
Wait. What day is this again?
Love,
Kevin
(9 January 2021)
Dear Friday,
The horse has separated from the cart. I hope the cart has brakes.
Love,
Kevin
(8 January 2021)
Dear Thursday,
Try not to blow anything up, okay?
Love,
Kevin
(7 January 2021)
Dear Wednesday,
Hey, the sun’s coming out!
Love,
Kevin
(6 January 2021)
Last of the migraine pieces.
(5 January 2021)
Dear Tuesday,
Your Wednesday suit almost had me fooled—but I know it’s really you.
Love,
Kevin
(5 January 2021)
Another migraine session piece. It didn’t actually help my migraine, but it was rather soothing in its own way.
(4 January 2021)
Dear Monday,
Okay, I’ll slug it up for one more day.
Love,
Kevin
(4 January 2021)
Dear Sunday,
After yesterday, this was a good day to be a slug.
Love,
Kevin
(3 January 2021)
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Kicking Guilt in the Balls One Day at a Time.
Thoughts and images by Omar Willey
Monica Carroll
Poems by Iris Orpi