The Market

On a now rare and frustrating walk, I felt a sense of loss and lament as I looked at the farmers' empty market, knowing it may not open in this season of pandemic.

Listening

I'm finding myself once again needing to tune out from news and social media, and this poem came out in the middle of all of that.

if you’re a goose

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and as I read it now, it takes on new meanings in light of how quickly we've seen every aspect of our lives change so quickly...

Currency

This poem arose from a contemplation about hope, a writing prompt, and COVID-19 isolation.

Feeling Human in the Time of Social Distancing

I went for a walk because I thought it would be “good for me” to get outside and move and breathe fresh air. It turns out I needed more than that...

This Place

Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.

The Language of a New Emotion

My mind goes places it has never gone before. A recklessness of thought that I could do anything, go anywhere, make any change.