We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear..

The physical reinvention of the world is endless, relentless, fascinating, exhaustive; nothing that seems solid is. If you could stand at just a litt….

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?.

It's unsettling, to lose the safety of the familiar, even when what's disrupted is an ordinary routine. When I began this poem, I was grieving for th….