Flowers for Q1
A quarter of 2026 has come and gone.
It felt like a year since the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. Popping the cork on a mini bottle of Rose Moët & Chandon champagne in silence.
The year’s gotten off to a slow start.
Its had a few moments.
From being above the clouds at One Times Square, hearing the “Habanera” in person, paying homage to David Bowie and an evening of Flamenco Vivo. A little bit of salsa dancing and a room full of chaotic singles. And on Sunday mornings, generating poetry as I rejoined Maria Giesbrecht’s writing table, aka Gather.
After a few falls on my knees, I’ve hesitated getting back to full speed.
The one big thing hasn’t materialized.
Not yet, anyway.
As the trip to France that I won last year with my letter to Normandy isn’t happening in May. The timing isn’t right.
I’m trying to get my third poetry book going. That’s moving slowly, too.
It feels weird having an open calendar.
As the next quarter of the year begins, I’m hoping to get myself going
