Dear Friday,
Scratchy voice, vaguely sore/itchy throat. I predict Barry White by Sunday…
Love,
Kevin
(3 February 2017)
Dear Friday,
Scratchy voice, vaguely sore/itchy throat. I predict Barry White by Sunday…
Love,
Kevin
(3 February 2017)
After no specific challenge for January, I am attempting the blitz poem this month. I’m sure my lines are longer than intended for this format—but my first attempt (bearing the awkward title Up out is) felt stilted and unnatural.
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Dear Thursday,
‘They’re hicks, Rita.’
Love,
Kevin
(2 February 2017)
Dear Wednesday,
So, I haven’t quite got a grasp of you yet.
Love,
Kevin
(1 February 2017)
I saw a poster on a trash can while driving home from the library, but didn’t start on this poem until a few hours later.…
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