lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Author: ps pirro

  • It’s Been a Minute

    Things have occurred: wildfires and uprisings and super-spreader events, a few holidays, an election in the U.S. and a bit of sore-loser wilding on a…

  • World On Fire

    The world’s on fire. I’m back to work. I’m going away for now to attend to my life and educate myself and learn how to…

  • Corona Bubble

    Yesterday we had two training sessions for our baristas. Two months without contact, the first thing they did when they saw one another was race…

  • Lunch

    I bought lunch from the café down the street today. It’s something I’ve been doing over the past two weeks as I’ve returned to my…

  • And Then What?

    The café I manage remains closed because of COVID-19. I go in every day or two to do some cleaning, to organize cabinets and wipe…

  • Patternless

    Is it any wonder, as the days roll one into another and we have to check our phones to find out it’s no longer Wednesday…

  • What’s Interesting?

    Last week I put on the headphones and listened to an old episode of Meet the Composer, which is not something I ordinarily do, but…

  • The Subversive Call of Ordinary Life

    In “How to Stay Calm During the Pandemic,” Harvard Kennedy School professor Arthur Brooks parses the difference between risk and uncertainty, between disappointment and regret,…

  • “You Should Do Carry-Out”

    All day long I’ve been dreading the governor’s press conference, dreading the announcement that’s due any day regarding the lifting of the stay-at-home order that…

  • Everyday is Like Sunday

    I’ve been talking with the young chef who works with me at the fancy coffee bar from which we are both furloughed. We’re attempting to…