Four short poems about things that are not, written by me and some family members.
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.
what happened here
This weekend, I'm writing for the Contemporary Verse 2 Two-Day Poem Contest. This is the poem I wrote for last year's contest.
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.
This Place
Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.