Tagged: coronavirus
everything you touch,
everything you touch,
i touch, we are intricately
connected, spreading
ideas, orthodoxies,
mutating infectious germs
.
20230128:1924
y
to gather or not
to gather or not
to gather, that is the question
in the context of
the ongoing pandemic,
we are torn, loose in the wind
.
20220509:0726
y
there will come a time
there will come a time
when we will be separated
by a pandemic
says no one ever, shouting in
a crowded karaoke bar
.
20220111:2024
y
the new year begins
the new year begins
to look like the year before
and the year before
that – even the guests in our
backyard appear to lose the scent
.
20220104:2015
y
yesterday’s winter
yesterday’s winter
solstice slipped passed nobody
and everybody –
another wave of cases
capturing our attention
.
20211222:1811
y
the city becomes
the city becomes
unrecognizable after
one or two years in
a global pandemic, a
new skyline raised in shadows
.
20211221:2033
y
against all odds, we’ve
against all odds, we’ve
arrived at the end of a
twenty-one month year,
a brand new calendar for
our unreal realities
.
20211214:2322
y
no, we will never
no, we will never
recover the summer of
2021 –
autumn drags us kicking and
screaming into winter, a blur
.
20211110:2200
y
it is looking more and
it is looking more and
more likely that
we have been weighing
the wrong things, counting
and measuring
that which is
not easily
quantifiable, things we
can’t wrap our heads
around. we have
disassociated, splintered,
fractured ourselves for
too long to contain
so much, we can’t
be reliable data
within these set
values, even words
are no longer
enough, nor
meaningful
.
20211106:0449
y
here comes month nineteen
here comes month nineteen
and a complementary
lost numbness, walking
.
20210910:2126
y
y 