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BLANKET FORT Pandemic Poem, 2020 My son calls from his glassy high-rise on FaceTime to show me the blanket fort he and his girlfriend built the night before. Outside, the doors of the world had shut, orange tape crisscrossed playgrounds, and balconies spilled with singing. Inside apartment five was a fraying blue sheet for sky spread over couch cushions and Amazon boxes. He told me they propped pillows underneath to watch a movie online, talked about what to order for dinner, and where they were going to work out...
  • 13 enero, 2023
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A TRAIN TO SOMEWHERE I remember my grandparent’s enclosed porch, their Boston Terriers nipping at my heels as I entered the yard. I enjoyed the reminiscences, repeated at each visit. I reveled in the laughter that ensued after each anecdote about my childhood was concluded. The story I remember most today is the one about my lone field trip, at the age of three, to the neighborhood railroad tracks. Little me, found by frantic people and returned home safely. In later years, my grandmother, Alzheimer ridden, was found wandering...
  • 23 abril, 2022
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