Social Distancing at Johnson's Beach
Six Feet Apart
The Last Haircut
The Passage to Paradise
When Hammock Becomes Mask
ProseRiding Out a Hurricane in a Pandemic
To Butt in or Not
Bends and Turns
Pandemic Pen Pals
Prayer to The Theotokos
Grieving Loss of Many Kinds
Why Wear Masks?
COVID 19 Sidewalk Chalk 4-16-2020
View from Within
The Enigma of Deadman’s Island
In the Kitchen with Andrea, Corona, the Dalai Lama, and Archbishop Tutu
Meditations on the Coronavirus
Life in the Time, Again, of Pandemic
PoetryOnly 2 Things
A Muted Life
America is on Life Support; Prognosis Poor
Crossing COVID Bay
Next Week’s Plans
A View of the Stars
Some Inland Curse
From My Soul To Yours
Eating the Mango
Blindly It Slays Thee
Death in the Time of Corona
What to Do
The Earth Lives On
COVID-19 from the Beginning
Let This Scourge Pass
Earth Day, 2020
Old School Dream
Chronicle of Fools
Ghost of COVID-19
The Year of the Virus
The Mask III
Behind the Mask
Short FictionPassage to Paradise
Mardi Gras Queen
The LegendThe Legend Special Edition Life in the Time of Corona
Only 2 Things
“I can only think of two things,” she said.
“What two things did you think of?” I asked, clueless.
“There’s only been two good things that have happened to me this year,” she replied.
I pause. I lose my breath for a moment.
I look at her in surprise and wonder what’s on her mind.
She smiles a sad smile. She names her two things.
“I’ve become closer with my sister.” That’s one.
“I made a new friend, online, Lydia.” That’s two.
Her words cause a small crack in my heart.
She is turning 13 in a few days. This should be a wonderful time.
I feel so old and tired this year. Some days I hang on by a thread.
I forget how patient she has been through this pandemic.
I stay busy taking care of all the necessary things or worrying.
She is looking at me for comfort. She is awaiting a response.
I think quickly, trying to gather my racing thoughts.
“Well, the year’s not over yet,” I say hopeful. “I’m sure you’ll get number three.”
I smile at her, hoping my smile doesn’t look sad too.
Hoping that she’ll believe me. That I believe me too.
I leave the room and say my prayer. I repeat it.
Dear God, please, let there be a third good thing for her.