In April of this year, as the apple trees were budding and an abundance of water fowl near my home were nesting in preparation for their eggs to hatch, The Pandemic paid no notice. It raged on invisibly moving through communities while visibly wreaking havoc. I was teaching college students visual literacy via an online…

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There’s a dead branch on a juniper bush along the edge of the sea,
above the shale gray rocks that at low tide,
the golden green sea weeds collapse upon.

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