Caroliena Cabada is a writer based in Ames, Iowa.
Here, there is sunlight on the dewdrops / glistening the leaves. Glitter hints / the snap peas they’ll grow into / end of spring.“Is it nice where you are?” Verse-Virtual Pandemic Poems, April 14th, 2020
Resilience has a limit. To stay / sequestered for so long invites indifference.“Sonnet Staying In,” Verse-Virtual Pandemic Poems, April 14th, 2020
my toes under covers, under / warmth when cold air / through the window / is the closest / to outside I can get.“I have been burying,” Across the Social Distances, April 11th, 2020
Today’s // time and the to-do list. Trim fingernails and / dismantle capitalism.“Untitled,” Backchannels Journal, Instant Publishing – The Pandemic Issue, April 3rd, 2020
The river once flooded the K through 8 / school in my hometown. When the waters took / weeks to recede, they held classes in the / town’s only peach-colored outlet mall.“True Story,” As It Ought To Be Magazine, January 27th, 2020
One long night in December, Orion—yes that Orion—was my lover.“Star Count of Orion,” jmww, January 22nd, 2020