It is extra difficult to grieve in quarantine: you wish for consoling hugs and get instead characters on the internet sharing compassion; you wish to see bodies of loved ones who passed and get instead urns with their remains; you wish to give your final goodbyes and get instead a reminder to not touch, not… Continue reading No such thing as back to normal
Month: March 2020
Take care…
...as you step out of the four corners of the building you call your home, and feel on your skin the subtle breeze of the wind, the comfortable warmth of the afternoon sun. ...as you rake your fingers through your hair, and wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, ever patiently, for things… Continue reading Take care…
On things taken for granted
(I wrote this a while back, but it feels apt today, more than ever.) An enumeration, because things are not -- and may no longer be -- the same, after all these is done. The subtle brush of skin against skin. A high five here, a quick peck there, fingers running through hairs… Continue reading On things taken for granted
Of perpetual finds 