A Little Pandemic Princess
by Margaret D. Stetz Were there parties with pink biscuits? And friends woven in tight silken circles? Did I once wear lace? Now there’s bread, but not bread, really, with all flour gone. And rags dank from scrubbing. (So very much scrubbing.) Bleached out, I sit alone. Locked up and locked in. […]
I Am Nothing Like Jane Eyre
A Pandemic Tribute to Charlotte Brontë by Margaret D. Stetz “I must keep in good health and not die.” But my wings may be broken by ensnaring nets that spread their viral coils. “I must keep in good health and not die.” But no basin will douse the fever of my burning bed. […]