In Sickness and In Health

Because of the virus, we moved to Sonoma, into a little house we have on the top of a mountain, with its gnarly garden...

In the beginning there was no name for the soft slippery thing inside me — but it demanded to be held. Like a child that could...

“...because even the soul is a creature...” - Meister Eckhart you’re here, telling me how a disease survives in saliva & blood & water & it’s swift mutation to rancid wine...

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for something to be different. This staying at home, not knowing what's going to happen next, worrying, not...

I know—I know, sorry! Sorry. It’s this basement desk, this heavy rain, that has me thinking of that wet poem, book one’s great flood, the threat...

I teach to Black Boxes. At the beginning of the school year teaching psychology to high school seniors on Zoom was intimidating and confusing. Black...

Crowned a week before Easter. It is spring. The spirit might have whispered in your ear, as with Mary; the virus could have entered though the eye, through other openings. Your uvula once pink and light as...

When the Museum of Fine Arts re-opened in February, I went directly to Gallery 232 in the Art of the Americas to see The...

I whisper, Heal us, heal us hope my words find a prayer, imagine it rising like mist— how easy it used to be as a child. The ritual...

Inside the house no snow No wood of footbridges dark with a staying wet in a forest black with green and lore with white But burning hands under...

Dear Mom, Greetings from Seattle. It’s going on ten months without seeing you, but I swear I hear and smell you in the pre-lucid hours...

The Plague Year Begins Outside the world blooms without us as we picnic alone on whatever was left when the sirens started a burning in the lungs. How...