Category: covid
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The caressing bow
in fresh mown grass she stood outside the hospice window bow caressed violin _____ on the other side music embraced her mother kissed her cheek and said goodbye 9-23-20
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Not if, but when
too intent on not dying we do not live death examine etchings on walls of passage gouges and scratches on exit door frame stop, carve your initials with X’s and O’s turn the handle and pass through 9-22-20
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This is not a poem.
just posting because this is what covid was like… I used to have entertaining and/or inspiring dreams; lately, they have taken a dark tone. Sleep is not a rebooting or escape; it is anger, fighting and frustration. I wake up tired and worse for wear. This cannot be good for mental health. 9-7-20
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industrial haiku
where are you going? night of motorcycle roar I want to go, too 9-6-20
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Adverbs
In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…
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For Riva’s Franma
I’ve inhaled the last third of my half of low country blueberry pie Licked my fingers the four pronged fork and fed squirrels the crust With sugared lips and purple poop I return sated to ketosis 8-6-20
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Nuts
Knock, knock Is someone at the door or am I dreaming? I lie in the dark wondering where I put my mask. I wait for a second knock. Knock, knock Rolling sound on roof Dull thud on ground In a time of quarantine only a nut would come knocking unannounced at someone’s house 8-5-20
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Rain
Checking in with a friend a single mom. a public school teacher. She’s worried about her daughter and her job; afraid that one of them could end up sick in this pandemic. She wants to quarantine at home and can’t. She needs her job and they need each other. I listen to her as rain…
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Dreaming in a time of covid
On the deck of our house a grove of ancient oaks drifted overhead Years ago, a tornado gathered them up and carried them away into the sky Trees loved the sky and the sky loved the trees they fed one another air Among the trees a large white farmhouse drifted like a cloud Last night,…
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A rainy night haiku for our lonely quarantine
cicadas and rain tree frogs calling back and forth street lights with halos 7-6-20
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