I arrived on this campus, Eager to learn, a blank canvas. I hoped we would last at least a week, The future unknown, looking bleak. Little did I know, With COVID breaking the status quo, We would be here to stay, The campus open day after day. I arrive with my plants, conversation-starters by chance,… Read on
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Neighbors, neighbors, Thank you for all your generous favors. When we were moving, There were a lot of unknowns, But you accepted us And welcomed us into your homes. This is a metaphor, of course. A raincheck for after the virus loses its force Conversations by mailboxes reinforce Our sense of connection, a daily resource.… Read on
She didn’t warn me. She warned of coughing, but not of walking. She warned of a fever, And I believed her. Of losing smell or taste, Precautions to take place, Not for lost eyesight, Silly to assume in hindsight. But that night, She didn’t say, On that night, I’d be okay. I wasn’t warned of… Read on
“An Ode to the Mailman” I’m excited to report, a new quarantine sport, the mailman and his transport. Wait until he or she comes around, And guess what’s waiting to be found. Is a letter from my friend, Unable to see each other again? Or is it the acceptance packet, From the college of my… Read on
When I wear a mask, You may be surprised, To hear I’m like a spy in disguise. No longer petrified Of what they might see in me, I am covered, an invisible wannabe. I creep from shelf to shelf, Acting as someone other than myself, It’s a game for me to play, A single escape… Read on
They say all it takes to bake is a recipe, But when will I see the end product in front of me? Too long of a process, I think, Only for it to be finished in a blink Of an eye, that piece of the pie. Here, let me give it a try. “Chopped” is… Read on