Hands

Dear Reader,

I hope all of you are finding some good in this surreality we are living in. I don’t know about you, but I have come to appreciate this time to press pause, take a deep breath, reflect, write, read, and connect with family and friends (over various virtual platforms). I’ve gotten more fresh air and exercise than I have in months. I even de-cluttered my room!

Since we’re all in hunker-down mode (I hate that expression), let’s first take a minute to throw some new terms into the hat. My friend suggested we call it “funker-down”. My husband likes to call it a “retreat”. Any other ideas?

Okay, here is some poetry news to pass the quiet. I recently received my latest issue of Third Wednesday magazine in the mail, and saw my poem!

It was inspired by my husband. I’m terrible with my hands.

 

Featured photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

Summer Koester is an award-winning writer and an educator, artivist, and culture disruptor in Lingít Aaní, "Land of Tides," a.k.a. Juneau, Alaska. Her words have appeared in New York Times, The Sun, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, Huffington Post, Insider Magazine, The Independent, and various buses around Juneau.

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  • This is awesome, Summer! Congratulations! And, I’d call this period, “Grounded,” only because some of my friends feel as though they’re under punishment. LOL. I am much like you. I have been and will be treating my days off (as I will have more during the week) to complete some projects, write, edit, and publish. Good luck, stay safe, and be well!

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