I spent yesterday updating my blog and finishing the preliminary layout for a section of the next book, so I didn’t write yesterday. I was at it first thing this morning, though…
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Monday
Grey Mondays (a poem)
Cool and cloudy this Monday morning…
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Supplemental note (Dear Saturday…)
Dear Saturday,
Technology is our friend. Until it isn’t. What are you doing today?
MONDAY! Knock that shit off! NOW. You are NOT Saturday!
Love,
Kevin
(25 April 2015)
Cinquain for Monday (a poem)
A cinquain—although the name of this particular variation escapes me…
It must be Monday (a poem)
The February 9th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem that starts with one word on the first line, with each subsequent line being one word longer—so the second line would be two words long, the third would be three words long, and so on. I was already cranky, what with having started off the day with yet another chapter in the back-and-forth with Etsy’s Outside Manufacturing folk. The day would soon get even more frustrating, but this was where it started…