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The busses arrived today to drop off the construction workers. They’ve been deemed essential, and they pile out of the bus into the sunshine of another workday. Are they grateful? Are they afraid? Their jefe instructs some to fix their masks to cover their noses. As Chile begins to fire punches at another round inContinue reading “Essential”
He is in 2nd grade, and despite his teachers’ best efforts, he isn’t loving poetry writing. He has cranked out a few poems on how the color ___ is like ____ and how playing with his friends makes him happy. He has lived on the lighter side of poetry, and it hasn’t quite suited him.Continue reading “My Son’s First Poem”
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