It’s ironic really – so much more time in the house, yet less time writing. I doubt that I’m alone in my response to the pandemic. The whole thing has felt like an indomitable blank page. Poetry fights that feeling, so every weekend I’ll share one. Let’s start with Tolu Oloruntoba’s powerful poem, Heel Poem / Black Hooded, which I found at The Walrus.
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The Bearing Tree 