These days I am finding that the garden we have, and the woodlands near our house, are what is keeping me sane. Without them, I don’t know what I would have done during this pandemic. And yet, it’s taken an event of this magnitude to slow my life down enough for me to really appreciate what we have, and to connect with it on a personal level. Before lockdown, I imagine many people walked the da...

Home is words.Words that tumble from my tongue,Trussed with uncontemporary time andRushed rhymes and opines on life. Sacrosanct syllablesThat spill and revolve and are still shrewdly evolving When the Sonoran sky is spackled with starlightAnd my eyes stumble shut. Home is Jerome.Where it’s in to be out and slowly knockabout The uneven, art lined lanes, Atop the membranes of old copper mines. W...