Tagged: coronavirus

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

in the age of the

in the age of the
pandemic, we worry our
worry stones until

they hum – a bumblebee too, too
still, a phone call that never comes
.
20210825:2206
y