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 →
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. •
In solitary pleasure… Continue reading →
I’ll be sending off poems on postcards this April but I’ll still be posting a poem a day here. That’s the plan! So here’s the official start. the tears start up and so fly up the hands the northern palm … Continue reading →
Yes I was struck down by something last week. I’d gone off to a talk at the Clark (sorry guys) and driving home felt sort of punk. Chest feels rough, that weird head thing when you’re probably running a temp. … Continue reading →
Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
