This short prose piece seemed frivolous, so I gave it a serious title...
How I Survive the Pandemic
Food
Who else is feeling just a little batty after months of isolated routine that rarely changes?
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.
The Privilege of Options
A new perspective on fear, uncertainty, and "what if" scenarios.
Progressive Tense 