i miss the summer when i’d sit.
reflecting on the ways of life.
‘tween sky and water –
where do i sit?
on the bank
steady, dry.
Where do I sit?
Write a Poem About: Anxiety
“I am right!” …But by whose standards?
Worming My Way Through
Fly-ing Forward, Going Nowhere
The Empty Cross
Palm Sunday Reflections
Together Apart, A Broken Heart
It’s Quarantimes
What to do while you wait out Coronavirus Restrictions? Plenty!
The End of a Neighbor’s Watch
Be Someone’s Moment of Grace
