Written this afternoon while waiting for the Music of Remembrance spring concert to begin. I was specifically inspired by mention of a diary entry describing a Japanese American family’s last night at home before leaving for the Puyallup temporary detention site (and then the Minidoka camp).
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I may have overdone it a bit, but catch-up sleep is still awesome.
Love,
Kevin
(20 May 2018)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
No, I didn’t forget you. I just had to take care of a couple of things first.
Love,
Kevin
(19 May 2018)
An open letter to the Puritans (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Twilight arrives early (a poem)
A new typewriter poem, inspired by a typical grey Seattle day…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Is this supposed to be a gloomy day?
Love,
Kevin
(18 May 2018)
Bookstore Poem #281. Ye Olde Truth Shoppe, S. H. Sanders, Proprietor
I saw something today that said ‘the truth is out’ (it may or may not have been a book title). I know what it means—but it made me think of something a little different… Continue reading
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I needed the extra sleep, so good. Now, what’s up today?
Love,
Kevin
(17 May 2018)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I hope this early start will lead to good news for a change…
Love,
Kevin
(16 May 2018)
All poets are mad (a poem)
Inspired by a blog post by Allison Marie Conway.
