Do I Write or Do I Garden?

If any of these good looking dark green, deep red, light green, thin, fat, lanky, abundant air cleansers, butterfly attracters, and deer candy end up in the heap of compost behind our fence, I’ll have a few really bad days all in a row. I don’t have enough time for even one. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m not going to write tonight.

Hello, Sir.

I think that's how I would have addressed youif I'd met youthis side of the Jordan If I cared more about historyI would have admired you longer;I've missed out. But my children will hear about you.Tomorrow I'll tell their 5 and 3 year old heartsA story of non-trendy grit. They'll askWhat color is he?and I'll …

Is your isolation a blessing?

It's incredibly idealistic and a matter of privilege that I can explore the blessings of isolation and also soak them up. I don't pretend to have answers for anyone for whom this currently reality is crushing. These are reflections.