A short poem reflecting on the nature of memory, loss, and loving ghosts...
Revenant
Swing Bridge
We tend to think of bridges as connectors, but in this poem, the bridge is about loss.
Pandemic Project #432
Old recipes recently struck me with an unexpected nostalgia and loss. Here's that story...
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.
Just Once More
It’s difficult to explain to a non-dancer what the loss of partner dancing is about, this thing we chase week after week, night after night, but I thought I’d try, with this prose-poem.
