The evening ritual is waiting for the numbers. How many dead? how many infected?. The days from one to one …
Türen zu…A poem by Stefanie Schulte-Rolfes
Türen zu Schuhe aus Nicht ins Gesicht fassen Hände waschen Einkauf auspacken Schlüssel ablegen Merken wo Butter vergessen Schuhe an …
After Easter. Covid19. France. A poem by Deborah Edwards
Oh God! Just might as well break down and cry for if only I could remember God died for our …
Post-Postdrome. A Poem by Rose
and i emerge from the chrysalis beating heart still with wings clasped close to my body fluttering heart don’t fly …
Covid Circle. A Poem by Maeve Heneghan
It happened to us Before anyone else Xian. Late January Hubby’s Nightly calls ‘We’re fine. Dad gets out once a …