Week 3/Day 1. Questions about a bunch of stuff (a poem)

The first poem of the third week of the online retreat. A tool question Why don’t they make hex wrenches with screwdriver handles instead of the hard-to-handle L shape? It took me 20 minutes to fasten the first two screws— plus I lost two washers and had to go out to buy more. A memory [...]

Week 2/Sunday meditation: Andy Warhol (a poem)

I did not do the Sunday meditation prompt last week, but I did do this one, which involved responding in some way to the 11 February 1980 entry from Andy Warhol’s diary.  He said she gets sick because she’s always acting happy no matter what. I can’t say I know that feeling, but I do [...]

Week 2/Day 2. Ain’t what it used to be (a poem)

The second poem of the second week of the online retreat. (Slightly revised.) The old neighborhood ain’t what it used to be, I’m afraid. Used to be you might could do whatever you want, wouldn’t have no trouble doin’ it, neither. Like any place, it took gettin’ used to at first, but once you figured [...]