Playing Scrabble with my father

These are his words – weak  wilt  sorrow  soul My letters could spell – death attaching to his word – atheist the horizon, a black storm front we both sense,                               lifting the hair                                                on the back of...

Interlude: When Howard’s Gone

  We seem to be approaching the end of the COVID Era, but will be working through the effects of social distancing and isolation for months and possibly years to come. Holly Warren takes a humorous look at the stress social isolation with significant others has...