In the olden days, everyone rushed outside the house, spellbound by the alarm clock, the cellphone, the cat or dog scratching to get outside. A rush to the bathroom fogging
“The apprehensions of the people were likewise strangely increased by the error of the times…” Daniel Defoe, Journal of the Plague Year Shoes or no, I can fly, something that
gulled by centurions, visions ofbodies stacked in air-conditioned trailerswaiting to be booked into the same motel, I stand by a protected shoreline wearing a mask–gaze into the stained glass of ocean,and
I didn’t get Violetta’s attraction to Alfredo, admittedly, he’s got a gorgeous voice, but Violetta has to pawn her jewelry so they can live together in the country house. Alfredo’s Daddy
We wear masks of cloth, military-grade anti-bacterial, cotton and paper towels, stuck with jewels, reusable, washable, breathable, disposable, surgical face shields, get free-in-one-day, Halloween’s recycled, from T-shirts, bandanas, our favorite
Ferns uncurl like elephant trunks.Mrs. Maranatha, the pre-school teachercomes back in the woods to walk with her class–They wear masks and I’m breathing more freely.One of the children asked do