Last night, I worked on a poetry submission with forty minutes to spare before the deadline. I’d asked and received invaluable feedback from a couple of my highly respected and talented writer friends, and I shaped and revised my poems until I physically could do no more. When finished, I sent them off and went … Continue reading Grace in the Time of Corona
We slid to the floor, backs against the wall, which hadn’t been freshly painted but cast a wet, plastic scent. Cool radiated from the porcelain toilet bowl at my face.