we put our faith in a few packetswho knows how they were saved, whose hands touched eachit was welcome distraction…
it’s not a kind of preparedness any of us prepared for — hindsight in slow waves but a tumultuous…
“In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For…
despite the flurry late capitalist chaos, and quarantine here, self-imposed a nearly ten month old. near springtime again a backyard…
science and museums say, once a summer, if that but despite gripping, hurtful fatigue all is bountiful and much a-bloom
she arrived, it is spring a bouquet each day and night now, nearly summer and still we dream of monsoons
in anticipation of Nora’s arrival hours spent pacing, laying tears, and dream of monsoons and of course the flower moon
counted the days, minutes, thunderheads brewing each afternoon breath held before each downpour more today, please knowing it again wouldn’t…
weak, or so thought and felt when knees wobbled hard and i barely made it through the door if anyone…