Tuesday, December 1, 2020

One small thing

The Sun Magazine arrived yesterday and this poem stayed on the kitchen counter all day. As I went back and forth throughout the house I stopped and read it, again and again. I've looked for more work by Cordaro and found her debut here in The Apple Valley Review. 





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