1. Pretend the sheets are really a fort 2. Pretend it’s the summer holidays and time is no longer a …
Pandemic Swing. A poem by Kristen Roberts
pandemic traffic is a lullaby time is deep I ride with reverence new rhythm without the enmity and heave a …
Flamenco Sketches (Demo). A poem by Collin Kelley
~Four-bar vamp~ Saturday pandemic drive grey and improvised over empty interstate lanes. Miles fades in and out signal stretched across …
The prediction of a recollection… by Jarah Brooks
When this is all over Will I look back and remember the lock-down, The queues for goods we didn’t need, …
The Coronavirus Beast by Thomas Fahey
Beginnings in the Far East This easterly beast made its way West This virus called Coronavirus Coved-19, was now introduced …