Monthly Archives: March 2020

The Covid Cafe # 23  Unlike the Characters Probably best if spoken aloud   Unlike the characters in memory from my life or from a novel or from Mr. Shakespeare or from history or opera unlike them too many people … Continue reading →

  A Dream of Alphie Dreamt of Alphie our terror of a terrier had transformed into a quiet meditative canine No more “I bark therefore I am” No more “I have teeth, you know” This dog’s eyes smiled all times … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe #22 Old Newspapers Getting around to reading my collection of old newspapers that haven’t let themselves be thrown out yet be thrown out yet Haven’t got to the ones saying in big letters CLINTON LOSES nor the … Continue reading →

Covid Cafe #21    First Case in Swarthmore  A former Mayor walking past walking past our planting told us we had our first case in our perfect village  too young to be anyone we know so all we can give … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe #20  Sunday, Sunday, Sund- feeling like Sarte on Sunday didn’t went anywhere except in my mind not sure where that counts  somedays it does somedays it’s just cold  work time preparing            over soil  … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe #19  Scared Saturday Shopping #4 Thirdly, to Wolff’s Apple House and my stomach is saying lunch should of been an hour ago and my head is telling my stomach STFU! Besides, I tell myself, which I try … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe #18  Scared Saturday Shopping #3    We didn’t do lunch togotoplaces before they closed. knowing this was a time made for panic made for manic panic.     Our route follows herein or therein or someplace in … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe #18  Saturday #2   Went to Mrs. Marty’s Deli for rye bread sliced rye bread sliced seeded rye bread and one muffin. dining room closed told the woman behind the counter that I wanted to come back in … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe  # 17  Scared  Shopping Saturday #1 1   Drove to the Marple Mall                           Lawrence Park Mall whatever the mall they call it now  Nana’s Attic Thrift Store had already closed No Barnes No Noble  only the Dollar … Continue reading →

The Covid Cafe # 16   How many For friend and Poet Lamont B. Steptoe How many unwritten novels operas poems How many blank canvases How many Orfeos who have lost their Euridices and willing to go to Hades to recover … Continue reading →