Dear Wednesday, Early to bed, early to rise—because the cat is not subtle about demanding dinner at 2:30 in the morning… Love, Kevin (27 September 2017)
Tag: September 2017
V. O. (a poem)
When someone you follow turns out to have multiple social media accounts… She’s got more aliases than a 1930s gangster and a way with words to make the maestro blush with a mixture of envy and rage Nobody else could keep up that pace not even with chemical assistance without causing profuse bleeding where the [...]
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday, Happy Olivia Newton-John’s birthday! Love, Kevin (26 September 2017)
Life is tough (a poem)
Not so sure about this one, but this is what I’ve got… Through floods fires, storms mudslides and earthquakes explosions collisions calamities and disasters natural and man-made life finds its way back What was barren broken buried or burnt in time gives way to lush and green clean and clear plants sprouting insects gathering animals [...]
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday, Catch-up sleep is great—but I wouldn’t need it if the cat didn’t have a 2 a.m. dinner time… Love, Kevin (25 September 2017)
Nocturne chameleonic (a poem)
As much of last night’s dreams as I can remember… Staff were confused this man of different face and different name showed up one morning as if it were just another day He calmly explained that he was supposed to be there that, despite the outward changes he was the same person they’d come to [...]
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday, Four identities in the same dream—what do you suppose that’s all about? Love, Kevin (24 September 2017)
Sunday (a poem)
Following the news again… Parishioners thousands upon thousands gather for weekly services in cities and towns all over The services are so popular, in fact that they are often broadcast to the entire country The proceedings begin with the playing of the sacred hymn which accompanies the unfurling of the flag often a flag so [...]
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday, They say ‘all in good time’, but I’d settle for a quarter in quick time… Love, Kevin (23 September 2017)
Dogs (a poem)
Bonus round… Frightened dogs bark louder foam at the mouth piss themselves without any understanding of the reasons why Of course the most rabid run together as a pack What they lack in strength they make up in volume as a show of force With the dogcatchers no longer the ones in charge the rest [...]