Three bursts of pandemic poetry, courtesy of word magnets.
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The Cursor
Musings on the power of the cursor.
Finding Space
After reading “My Family’s Slave,” Alex Tizon’s story in the Atlantic, my mind has been a cauldron.
Twitter Poetry
Sifting through my digital detritus
some rare moments of light
while others
speak only
of the weight
I wish to escape