Dear Wednesday,
Hey, look! It’s… another day in quarantine. Unless I have to go to Rite Aid.
Love,
Kevin
(25 November 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Can we handle this much sense?
Love,
Kevin
(24 November 2020)
Monday morning, Samish Way (a poem)
Observations from this morning.
Passing thoughts in cluster and transit (a poem)
This is not necessarily political, but I still have been watching too much news lately.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Only two. I’m good with that.
Love,
Kevin
(23 November 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Ah, the good ol’ tiebreaker!
Love,
Kevin
(22 November 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Oh, that Junior!
Love,
Kevin
(21 November 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I’m reminded of an old quote from a friend of mine: “Let’s hurry up and print this bitch so we can get the fuck outta here.”
Love,
Kevin
(20 November 2020)
Chapter and Verse: An Ode to Congress (a poem)
The holidays and the end of the year are shortly upon us, yet the United States Congress has taken no further action to provide assistance to the citizens they supposedly represent. In fact, if I understand correctly, they are about to break for the holidays. Either way, it seems they are currently not working on a covid package.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Holy motherforking shirtballs. THIS is the Bad Place!
Love,
Kevin
(19 November 2020)
