November 11, 2018
Our willow tree - what remains of it - has dropped a mighty branch into our back yard. It made a great, ripping sound and then returned to silence.
April 20, 2018
A pianist usually plays with ten fingers. By limiting John to just one, I invited in that which we normally try to keep out: awkwardness, tentativeness, not-knowing...
March 10, 2018
I once saw a political cartoon about a post-apocalyptic world. In it, a man is walking, carrying a portable TV, needing a socket. That’s how I felt after the election. Here's a poem that matched the moment.
The Incredible Shrinking Shakespearean
June 21, 2020
The Mumblers Needed Their Consonants Pricked
June 20, 2020