Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation

In the Valley of April Oh you pity the dead, the unintended lucky dead, who lay in their makeshift morgues, quiet now outside their cottoned…

Waiting for the Coronavirus Wave When I consider how my light is spent Within these four walls, inside this world so wide, And my compassionate…

A Time Like This I never want to forget those twenty-six hours you last came home- The soft knock on my bedroom door at five…

The Sounds Before The Sounds I Knew Before Everyone says it’s quieter now, but there are more sounds: Not the bird’s song, but the first…