Notes from the Quarantine

Notes from the Quarantine

Day 1 You tell yourself that you are going to learn French. Instead you make coffee with milk and tell yourself it’s okay because they’ve yet to close the grocery stores; no need to break into the shelf-stable supplies. You tell yourself lies—that...
Wizard Nap

Wizard Nap

This dull and wintry day is still a weeping grey. But with the turning of a dial perhaps I’ll force a smile by conjuring the warmth of June against this gloomy afternoon. Like a bored cat, I linger. I boil water with my finger. Yet, despite this warlock power, I...
ACROSTICS ‘R’ LAZY

ACROSTICS ‘R’ LAZY

A crostics, the poems assigned to school C hildren because they don’t yet know how to R hyme or count syllables—the teachers tool O nce they’ve learned their letters and the first few S ounds that blend together to make up words. T imothy begins with the...
Yes, I Was Once Afraid of Bees

Yes, I Was Once Afraid of Bees

Back when I was afraid of bees with a fear most grave and sober; I would flinch when they’d flyover, would shrink and beg my mother, “Please let me stay inside away from these!” Whining from May to October. Yes, I was once afraid of bees but now I...