Listen: to the quietness. It’s deafening/unsettling/unique. The commercial corridors, whistles/bells/horns and radio- gone. Streets in the quiet space, echoing: “Hello …
Hope by Siobhan Twomey
When I had turpentined the brushes hammered lids on paint pushed my new basket of gleaming bleaches under the sink. …
Small Things Matter by Sharmila Pokharel
In the right side of the kitchen table The stainless steel glasses Combination of milk, water, tea seeds And love …
COVID Cortège by Tina McGrath
Grief rises up every six feet floods down the street roars out the cemetery road pours through the graveyard gate. …
Paindemic 2 by @pwincessahsatan
Hours and hours of diggin’ fuckin’ flowers. Gardenin’ gardenin’ feel my caloused hands hardenin’. Readin’ readin’ till my eyes start …