lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • 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…

  • Essentials

    So I’m thinking a lot about work these days. About what is essential and what is unnecessary, and how this pandemic has illuminated nothing so…

  • The Long Now of Not Knowing

    There are rainbows on the windows and walls of the local businesses in my little town, painted and chalked and pasted up with construction paper,…

  • A Billion Bits of Randomness

    On a Saturday night a little over a week ago a tornado touched down about a mile from my house. It took out a small…

  • Ramen

    Are we cooking a little more than usual these days? This morning as I scribbled in my journal, instead of asking myself that perennial question…