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Pandemic Poem #34
Posted on March 30, 2021
*originally written 7.2.20 Darby Dan training loop and Greenway trail, 5.52 Sometimes we learn things we have believed for decades to be untrue. Like the wiry, dry flowers lining highways in July are chicory, not cornflowers. (They are both blue) Or that friendships can grow and change and evolve through conflict into something new.
Back-to-School* Pandemic Poem #2
Posted on March 11, 2021
originally written 9.2.20 *remote six a.m. and coffeecoffeecoffee to seven or eight post meridian Eyes glossy and bloodshot from the night before learning not how to slay aliens and other things But how to Zoom without crashing and burning and how do I know my eyes are glossy and bloodshot? Because Zoom tells me.
Pandemic Poem #38
Posted on November 12, 2020
In that space of knowing Something needs to be done But not knowing What it is What to do Where to go How to say it What to feel I lace my sneakers And press the soles into soil softened By an overnight rainstorm In that space of knowing I should be writing But not […]
Teacher Pandemic Poem #2
Posted on July 22, 2020 1 Comment
Our last class discussion
was devoted
to calming the fears
of eleven year olds
Teacher Pandemic Poem #1
Posted on July 20, 2020
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
are not
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
Pandemic Poem #37
Posted on July 10, 2020
Are you going to be
the same person
at the end of the pandemic
as you were
at the beginning?
Pandemic Poem #35
Posted on July 7, 2020
In July, migraines make mornings start
before meditation and journaling.
The heat you went to bed with
is the heat you wake up with.
Pandemic Poem #33
Posted on July 1, 2020
Neighborhood, 3.2 Another sleepless night ebbs into a morning of walking
