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Social Isolation:Day 16

Posted on April 3, 2020     Leave a Comment

One April in the South I stood by the clay-red river and watched alligators watching me.   One April Mr. Diehl gave us poems not in our high school textbooks. Let be be finale of seem one said, and I did.   One April in Morocco I lay on the ground under more stars than […]

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Social Isolation: Day 15

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 […]

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Social Isolation:14

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 […]

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Social Isolation: Day 13

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 […]

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Social Isolation: Day 11

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 […]

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