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.


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...

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