Thank-you. You are a worthy herald Corona. We could have named you better, been more generous. You have shown us …
Bumps in the Road. A poem by Isla Jeffers
Garish yellow signs warned of bumpy road ahead, “Drive on!” we cheered while China checked off her Covid dead. We …
Backyard Visit. A poem by Kathryn Ann Hill
Three dark-haired ladies sit in a triangle; their chairs are spaced a good nine feet apart. These women, are they …
Dance with Me by Anne McMaster
Something has carved a space within us. We resonate hollow, now, as we have never done before; we are as …
The Pause. A poem by Jan Stanton
“In each pause I hear the call.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson The world is quieter now, held in a prolonged …