Dear Tuesday,
So chilly this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(28 August 2018)
Bookstore Poem #370. The lost art of list-making
Still processing. A cryptic statement, I know, but I’m not ready to share just yet…
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Bookstore Poem #371. Greyscale
I saw a phrase about either a colorless land or a land without color earlier today. Danged if’n I can find it now, though…
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
We meet again, O Monday…
Love,
Kevin
(27 August 2018)
Interval (a poem)
Today was a little easier. (The quote used in the poem is from the documentary The Artefacta about the artist Nicola Costantino.)
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One of those little things (a poem)
The only thing I wrote yesterday.
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
It was still dark when I woke up this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(26 August 2018)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
The sound I’m looking for is elusive indeed.
Love,
Kevin
(25 August 2018)
Smoke will rise (a poem)
For different reasons, not much to choose from today, I’m afraid.
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I woke up three minutes before my alarm was set to go off.
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2018)
