we were blessed to spend some time 
in the heyday of long form email 
sandwiched between the 

ding ding dings of aol and texts 

the romantic record of

friendships deepening at distance

and love affairs raging and unraveling

not much can beat the pleasure of revisiting

a thread long since buried 

and remember back then the blur

was as vivid as a candy counter

and you took the time to mark it

Same but Different

After four days home usually blind rage 

and it's fierce

someone wants braining

with the sheet pan

plus the algorithm's in the living room now

unfurling like the town cryer's incoherent scroll

and no-one's special, no-one's going to

be spared that.

Dad comes from a warm place where his 

little bottle of jow did not seek a

home in the airing cupboard,

where it rests, waiting now

for his breathing,

heavy with cholesterol,

for the rubbing that will heat it

up in his hands

before my foot is healed

and I must give thanks, really.

tanka, 2AM

Even EB White

must have reached for still-warm sheets

"When your stomach is 

empty and your mind is full

it is always hard to sleep"