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Art by Eva Sandoval via Mixkit.co

the birds have stored
their hearts up for
safekeeping–
they’ve seen how
much trouble humans
run into using
something we have no
idea on how to use

yet
we still try
they’re much smarter
than we think

New News

Effective, Friday, March 27, 2020, we will be on Shelter-In-Place, however, they’re still keeping our center open. As of Monday, March 30, 2020, I will not be working a full week every week for however long this thing goes on. *Ahem* I will have to use my PTO to fill in my lost hours and can do so until I get to -80 hours. That’s our best offer from my company, and we’ll have our new schedule by the end of the day on Friday and the schedule will be done each week.

If our volume continues to drop, they’ll reassess keeping the center open. If they close, then we do not get any pay at all.

This my friends–is my reality and the reality for many others across the globe. These are scary times in which we live–quite scary, indeed. But, I look at it this way, this lessens my exposure to the virus as I’ll be able to stay home on my days off and away from the facility and I’ll also finish up some projects that need a little love.

This could be a blessing in disguise.

Making a Deal with Wednesday

I will be working a short shift today. Because I am scheduled to work this coming Saturday, I’ll end my shift today at 11:00 am. I am already willing Thursday into my realm. I hope it’ll be kind to me and to you too. Peace.

Featured Writer for March

Shannon Mastromonico is a recently added contributor to A Cornered Gurl and is a powerhouse of talent. With the ability to visually capture her poems and prose with her own art, she brings something extremely different to our publication. Her words are sharp, vulnerable, and edgy with a hint of “matter-of-factness” to them. I am happy to present to each of you our Featured Writer for the month of March, Shannon Mastromonico with her debut poem:


Until Planets Move

©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

This marks new ground
broken. This
is a pain plateau. Going
through too many dark forests
foraging for peace. Lost
and undernourished
Until planets move
and color shifts
Respite by chance
of wandering stars
and moon dips


Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.