And suddenly we are somewhere else not baby boomers but elders. The news is hectic on handwashing and quiet about …
The Switchers. A poem by A. Q.
That music was so God-damned bad I had to go to the frickin tawlet! Oh yeah. You got nothin on …
someday. A poem by Amelia Furlong
someday, we will remember the day we walked along the prom at the very beginning of a pandemic, when the …
This Wind. A poem by Féilim James
How fragile These wings of wax (This wind is blowing in our door) How brittle These iron lungs (This wind …
A Collection of Pandemic Haiku’s by Hannah Kiely
Everything I touch with love intended, now feels like a plague A sneeze, god bless you distance magnified run fast …