Words, meaning, feeling, poetry
I sat at a well-worn table in what used to be a store, now turned into a cultural center of sorts. Listening to a poetry reading. I don’t even remember when I was at a live poetry reading before that.
Train 232 from Copenhagen
Darkening images fly past,
outside the softly vibrating glass.
There’s a draft from the window.
Bags stowed everywhere.
Meeting again and then…
Michael was looking forward to being back in the metropolis where he once lived. Stepping off the train there, he’d meet Jody. It’d been ages. And the last time had gone spectacularly badly.
The effect of Coronavirus on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds
The coronavirus has affected everything, making life feel like a downward spiral. Like being stuck in a totally dysfunctional family, with no way out. Or is there one? A future after this pandemic?
Facing our giants
A lot of things in life don’t get done. They’re big. Scary. Complicated. And we don’t know how or where to get started. So we don’t face our giants. It’s safer that way. Except we miss out on so much…
There’s no place like home
Home. We live there. Leave and come back. But what does ‘home’ really mean? And what makes something or someplace ‘home’?