[A year after COVID’s US arrival, ACM looks back.]
We found a way of existing where we didn’t have to know who lived and who died.
(nonfiction)
Tag: Dispatches from a Pandemic
[A year after COVID’s US arrival, ACM looks back.]
It’s not as if we don’t all know what we’re there for.
(nonfiction)
On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund.
(poetry)
Walking changed her.
(nonfiction)
My brother, sister, and I climbed the steps of the fire escape at the local hospital, and our dad opened the door from the inside as we snuck into our mother’s room one by one, all too young to officially visit our mother.
(nonfiction)
My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
(nonfiction)
everything we could stand to lose to the devil
(poetry)
“I’m a big fan of letting people enjoy things,” a Twitter user named Sherryis washingherhands…
This is the day I am told I’m not essential. “I am too,” I say.
(nonfiction)
A trifecta of trilliums, a triplicity of trilliums.
(nonfiction)
