There Are Poems in This Pandemic

The poem starts here.With a cup of tea, quick, because I want to be out the door and arriving at the store just as it opens.  Won’t it be cleaner then, freshly disinfected?  Won’t there be fewer people with whom to keep a six-foot distance?  I hope. The poem starts here.As I approach the store entrance and slide [...]

Naming (and Claiming) Your World

I read the following passage the other morning, as I was sipping my coffee, the morning light slowly rising.  It struck a chord. Reading and writing one’s world is a way of claiming one’s personhood. …to name your world is to claim your world. …In a real sense, your impulse to write lyric poetry can also [...]

I Said Yes

They asked for biscuits and I said yes the flour, the butter, lots of butter, the egg, the milk, the salt, the sugar, the baking powder the mess on the counter some spilling to the floor. There’s no substitute for biscuits made by hand (which equals love) maybe not good for the body but terrifically good [...]

Will You Answer?

It's late afternoon as I type this and the sun streams through the window and there's tea with lemon, with sugar. There's my Polaroid camera and books and pens and sticks and things. I like things. And dinner needs fixing but the sunlight keeps me here a few minutes longer. I linger, not wanting to say much [...]

I Am Inspired

There are my children, two who color my world and who carve, alongside me, a life I didn't know possible. There are the birds feeding on black sunflower seeds and the birches outside my window and they tell stories (the birds and the birches), secret ones for all who listen. There are the skies, sometimes blue sometimes [...]

Who Knew

Plans are cancelled and new ones made as the white sky releases heavy flakes from its mouth falling faster and heavier than those who told us what's coming really knew. Layers are donned hats, scarves, gloves, boots all that remains a nose, two eyes peeking from within fortification. Bounding down the back steps and into [...]

nothing of consequence

the remaining leaves hang surely the lushness of summer passed but glory still as they cultivate presence in the wind beneath a sky heavy with clouds and they maintain lightness the birch leaves whisper as they dance on the breeze casual about former verdure and seemingly at ease with now-yellowing bodies and drying edges which begin to curl inward i stand beneath the [...]