And Just Like That March
One morning, I blinked and reality wasn’t any longer. “Fourteen days,” I was told. An early Spring break…I couldn’t be mad about that. But just… Read More »And Just Like That March
quarantine poetry
Best Kept Secret
An ounce of care would be nice from them you shower with awes, allow to eat your bread, take up unearned space in your shed… Read More »Best Kept Secret