Tagged: social distancing

remembering and

remembering and
forgetting, remember to
forget, forgetting

to remember, remembering
forgotten, our pandemic fog
.
20210316:2027
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in the middle of

in the middle of
a pandemic, wondering
what restoration

feels like is a privilege
reserved for the back of the line
.
20210102:1316
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here we are – setting

here we are – setting
the table in front of three
different versions of

mama’s curry chicken, a taste
of home within easy reach
.
20201231:1035
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in a pandemic,

in a pandemic,
everyone is practicing
getting over the

hump of the holidays without
our loved ones – here’s to stuffing
.
20201228:2028
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because we can stave

because we can stave
off hunger for much longer,
treasure these moments

when we are together, stow
them away for a rainy day
.
20201223:1553
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no one belongs to

no one belongs to
no one else – we recognize
this in loss, pain, in

separation two days before
christmas in a pandemic
.
20201223:1450
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perhaps we will have

perhaps we will have
sweet potatoes from our garden
next year – places to

go, people to see, moments
to share – vaccinated and free
.
20201221:1241
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summer’s recovery –

summer’s recovery –
excavating
crystallized time
for the brief
winter ahead,
powering up to
keep it all straight
.
20201115:1922
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eight months into our

eight months into our
global pandemic, we arm
ourselves with distance,

a semblance of normalcy
tangoing with vigilance
.
20201111:1032
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five months and two

five months and two
hundred dumplings into
our version of
the pandemic, we
cope by folding,
folding the monotony
of survival and
trauma into smaller,
still smaller vessels,
containable
capsules, sealable
sleeves – almost
more manageable
when bite-sized
.
20200806:0920
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