Dear Saturday,
Well, that was better. And I think my cold is gone, too.
Love,
Kevin
(16 January 2016)
January 2016
Reconciliation (A poem)
The first line of this poem comes from whatever I was watching yesterday before I dozed off on the sofa…
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Technically, I haven’t gone to bed yet—but I’m feeling a bit restless.
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2016)
After the race that never reaches an end, but abruptly stops just because (A poem)
I don’t know how I stumbled upon the horse-racing metaphor, but there it is…
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Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
So, we meet again…
Love,
Kevin
(14 January 2016)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Why was I carrying that kitchen scrub brush around in my dream last night?
Love,
Kevin
(13 January 2016)
The dark horse runs unnoticed at night (A poem)
This bit of mysteriousness emerged from somewhere…
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Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Not quite back yet, but a good night’s sleep certainly helps.
Love,
Kevin
(12 January 2016)
The last dispatch from the dearly departed (A poem)
An early morning poem after a good night’s sleep…
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The death of the Grand Dame (A poem)
Attempting to form a tribute from a jumble of impressions on a very long day…
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Ordinary Average Thoughts 