Poetry in the Time of Corona — Deborah J. Brasket

Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across my knees. My grandmother’s hands wrapped around a mug as I sip sweet coffee. So much I fail to see in the time of corona. Or seeing, fail to note, Or noting, fail to feel […]

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