Then let it be like that, reduced to this: in the dark corner of some forgotten jacket, crumpled like a dead spider with its legs willy-nilly I will pull it out and hardly recognize it for what it was or… Read More ›
coronavirus
Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
The virus diaries
In three days Dawn and the kids had eaten three quarts of ice cream and most of the saltines.
The new normal
The seam between winter and spring.
Bill Pearse 