Because, really, I come up with either decent titles or decent poems, but seldom both.
September 2020
Three premises having nothing to do with the photograph of a man on television in Hong Kong (circa 1980) hanging on my living room wall (a poem)
Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts.
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
I suppose awkward translations are better than none at all.
Love,
Kevin
(6 September 2020)
Saturday night. Dark room. Late-night radio.
This started out as a poem. But it wasn’t, so now it’s this.
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Such a sleepy day.
Love,
Kevin
(5 September 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
What’s on the agenda today?
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Sorry. Got distracted again.
Love,
Kevin
(4 September 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I’m awake. Sort of.
Love,
Kevin
(2 September 2020)
A black-and-white photograph and the tenuous connection of memory (a poem)
I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again.
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
HOAs. You know what I’m talking about.
Love,
Kevin
(1 September 2020)
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