If people are still getting sick, are still dying,can the pandemic be over?  I don’t know the definitionsbut I look around at the maskless and understandpeople no longer care. We try not to think about deathas if the thought is an invitation. How fragile the balance is and yet I make choices.I don’t push the counters all... Continue Reading →

Thank God there was a lock—though the furnishings were mildewed,broken, whatever else happens when homesstand empty.  Squatters had come looting,leaving behind remnants of their ownblotched, stained lives. Still, it was a place to stay—roughbut still shelter amid the mazeof empty apartment buildings: facadesripped open, concrete and re-bar exposed,the fanged fragments of shattered glasslining windows. I had moved... Continue Reading →

Once, I Danced with Trees planted in a meadow.  I was often   dancing in those days, the body   seeking relief for its rhythms, wanting   a larger stage, itself called into nature.  It was snowing and the world held   an illusion of softness.  Flake   and drift, branches dipping   delicately in balance, the tension   always about to... Continue Reading →