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Posted on April 2, 2020 Leave a Comment
I devote this day of practical jokes to calling unemployment. A student once told me that on April first in his country, they put fish down each other’s shirts. Outside, the sky is turquoise, the sun strong. Inside, I have listened (2343 times) to a man say We’re […]
Posted on April 1, 2020 Leave a Comment
Poems began for me with my first isolation. Moved from a convent school in England to a farm in the Midwest (don’t ask) suddenly no one to talk to in my half-phony accent. Nine years old and only sheep to fill the time. Rain let up one day in early spring and solitude and sense […]
Posted on March 31, 2020 Leave a Comment
In a funny way I’ve never been more social. People call all day or text or send short videos. That’s how I know to give my produce bubble baths, and why I know to leave my mail to languish on the porch. That’s how I learn New Yorkers are […]
Posted on March 30, 2020 2 Comments
We get home just in time from our first walk in shirtsleeves. Lightning thunder crashing all around, sideways rain. A little obvious as metaphors go but, as a record of the day, accurate. Divorce rates soar post-quarantine, I read but none of them has the good fortune […]
Posted on March 29, 2020 2 Comments
After a hurricane if there was no power my parents’ yard would fill up with friends and friends of friends and they would grill the contents of the old freezer, size of a car and full of the thawing seafood Harley pulled out of the Gulf. Every disaster was a chance to take […]
Posted on March 28, 2020 Leave a Comment
From a Zen Master: we don’t move toward things. Things move toward us so that we might know ourselves. Real sun today. Real warmth. More of us in the park, but it’s a big park. Rounding the back end of it I veer off into the grass, make way […]
Posted on March 27, 2020 1 Comment
A man under a shelter bellows into his phone “Lord, we ask that you heal him and… . “ Just past him a girl released from her car seat toddles off in sequined sneakers giggling, knees high. It’s almost warm today, coats unzipped and hats stuffed into pockets. Walkers smile and nod from other paths. […]
Posted on March 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
Our governor is out-governing everyone—daily briefings, robust plans. Today he spoke at length on love of all things. A bossy man usually, now exhausted, his voice hides tears and many of us listening tear up a little, too. I Heart NY the old bumper sticker ran and I remember why, of all the places I […]
Posted on March 22, 2020 1 Comment
A poem I wrote after realizing COVD-19 wasn’t going anywhere. Be safe and share.
Sherry Robbins 