Covid Blues
Some go out and some stay in. The only connection between us are sun-bleached sidewalks with occasional puddles. What slender grasp we had on culture is fading as quickly as snow in Van cou ver.
Poetry
My Pillow
there once was a commercialthat made my granny laughat odd moments she would re-enacta short sniff, a long snnnnnniiiiiiffffff a raised eyebrow before declaring in a voice with condescension dripping“This pillow stinks!”and then she would laughwe all laughed toountil stretching out in bedto…
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