Moment(u)s

Special for Father's Day, these three postcard poems developed from a prompt to imagine a photograph of someone...

Doorway

Twice a week, I treat myself to writing online with others. This poem came out of one of those experiences, for which I am very grateful.

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.

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