Dear Tuesday, This is the grey I expect for early summer. Good job, Tuesday! Love, Kevin (30 June 2020)
Tag: June 2020
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, Sun! Love, Kevin (29 June 2020)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, Sun or rain isn’t such a difficult choice. Whichever one you want, I’ll go along with it. Love, Kevin (28 June 2020)
2020 Poetry Marathon (a poem)
The 12 poems from this year’s half marathon, written between 6 a.m. and 6 p.m. PT. Hour 12: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-12/ Hour 11: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-11/ Hour 10: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-10/ Hour 9: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-9/ Hour 8: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-8/ Hour 7: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-7/ Hour 6: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-6/ Hour 5: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-5/ Hour 4: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-4/ Hour 3: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-3/ Hour 2: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-2/ Hour 1: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/2020-poetry-marathon-hour-1/ (27 June 2020) [...]
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, It’s a fine day for a (half) marathon… Love, Kevin (27 June 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday, I hate caffeine withdrawal headaches. Love, Kevin (26 June 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday, Long day. Made progress, though. Love, Kevin (25 June 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday, Some progress is better than no progress at all. Love, Kevin (24 June 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, What happens after the movie? Love, Kevin (23 June 2020)
Oh, how the righteous fall! (a poem)
Heavy on the metaphor, hold the mayo. Do not mistake the land that lies fallow as barren; riches come from roots that take hold and grow, not from seeds scattered carelessly in numbers that choke the soil. Do not forget that what has grown come harvest will feed the soul only what the soil has [...]