Afternoon soon fries to Hell in this pandemic’s surge whose June has evil things to tell and wicked ways to …
When all of this is over. A poem by Patricia Anne Moore
When all of this is over, I’ll remember turning off the news, the breaking of a nightly ritual, if I …
Invisible Antagonist. A poem by Christine Lesley Nedahl
Stealthily enemy came silently cloaked world continued no care knowing nothing unaware. Progression dire explosion geometric emergent casualties no respect …
When it Started. A poem by Michael May
When it started we had no idea about Wuhan or wet markets in the far east. When it started we …
Can you hear me now? A poem by Michael Killoran Ross
Can you hear me now? The new constant As we Zoom through Our days and nights Muted by accident Technologically …