The one sentence narrative poem from November 29, 2020.
There is a picture of a little girl who loves to write, no she needs to write and late at night when everyone is asleep - her mother, her father, her mean older sister - she writes lying under the covers with the flashlight using her beloved purple felt-tipped pen to narrate absorbing tales of escape into another world where she is bathed in warm waters and clothed in softness; then when she is finished writing for the night she falls asleep and dreams of safety.
The new Americans served by CNA deserve to be safe and have their own dreams. I am writing to raise money so they can.