a letter to the sunflower collector

i have become well-acquainted, unwillingly, with the kind of sadness that makes you catch your breath. so sudden and sharp that it boils over spilling onto cheeks,  onto notebook pages,  onto kitchen counters,  onto sheets where i turn sleeplessly. sometimes there’s a reason for this a problem i can solve but the worst of it [...]

for the swimmer in the rising tide

It’s remarkable how, in the biggest way that I can remember, we’ve collectively had the same sort of year. The compounding weariness of isolation and injustice, loss and uncertainty, has touched us all.  For better or for worse, 2020 has changed the way we live, interact and think. It’ll be years before we understand the [...]