Amy Baskin craves massage more and more lately. She also welcomes regular human contact away from screens where the psychic collateral damage is taking its toll on everyone, apparently. She thinks that humans must learn and relearn how to touch each other, both physically and emotionally, with consent, of course. While writing in an uncomfortable chair next to a window screen in need of repair, she adjusts her blue lens glasses, writes letters to her representatives on The Hill, and sips coffee. Her work is currently featured in publications including Fire Poetry Journal, Poetry Quarterly, and The Ghazal Page and is forthcoming on The Rondeau Roundup.