masks: the new normal
mine’s hand-sewn by my mother
not bad on a bike

masks: the new normal
mine’s hand-sewn by my mother
not bad on a bike

weekdays are now strange
because today i did no work
and yet worked so hard



shopping for parents,
cycling thirteen miles,
playing badminton

trying to battle
all the darkness that surrounds us
with blue skies and sun
badminton trials
building weights with drills and logs
and making meringues




not a perfect day
(no day lived in fear can be)
but we’re sure trying

a neighborhood walk
(though not in my neighborhood)
is good for the soul




views from nearby walks
are all we have at this time
to get us through this




i’m an introvert
but my teenagers are not
(glad they’re not alone)



here are my children
throwing frisbees in the park
(they’ve never done this)



quarantine, day nine:
presidential rampages,
orders to stay home

just look at my son:
showing pup what he can do
with our family

card and board games win
(break news cycle doom and gloom)
We WILL get through this.
trying to find peace
in simple, everyday walks
with green below snow


no snowy sunrise
or Minnesota rice stew
can save our planet


but even at night
the world sparkles just so
and we can wish well

even if it’s small
even if it’s too chunky
it helped us get through

even if it’s spring
even if Corona wins
it helped us smile

let’s build a snowman
even if the snow is soft
we can make this work