Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it? Outside, it’s raining and so I go, so my whole face is wet. My … Continue reading →
I’m settling into a new routine… this morning double yellow lines veered off the center path and into the April garden. when I arrived, coffee in hand, the daffodils were bobbing, looking around, going nowhere. Sat on the steps, frothy … Continue reading →
I think staying home is starting to have some effect… I wonder about the woman who lives here Why there are poetry magazines piled here and there and why so many phases of books stacked and shelved Why a herd … Continue reading →
Even though, it turns out I’m not going •
anywhere today. Again. Staying home…
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Thank You For These Groceries •
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I always cooked before, and •
then I stopped. Mostly stopped. •
I didn’t give up eating. •
Nor were there no bags •
of hopeful pasta, apples •
and good sharp cheese. •
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Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
