Antidote 37 on an Easter pandemic Sunday, Timid not triumphant, an ailing alleluia this year. All of us waiting ripe for resurrection of the holy personal calendar. In time, repentance. I recall only blankly baking cake on a lark, three layers and your three years. Darling dove. Earth is solid under … Continue reading Two Poems by Laura Smichak
Academy of the Heart And Mind 