Grief in a Time of Plague

Grief in a Time of Plague

“His Lyre is now Attuned only to Woe” The eyes, the face, the limbs of heavenly mold, So long the theme of my impassioned lay, Charms which so stole me from myself away, That strange to other men the course I hold; The crisped locks of pure and lucid gold, The...
Groundhog Day: We’re all Phil Conners now

Groundhog Day: We’re all Phil Conners now

Every day feels the same now.I try to schedule it, and sometimes I get something accomplished, though not as much as I’d hoped. Instead, like clockwork, I find myself in front of a screen, watching or reading or listening to more awfulness, and sharing it. A virus...