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Chard deNiord: Last Goodbye in the Time of Corona

The darkness arrived without your voice
or touch, my love, and yet I heard
your voice and felt your hand in mine.

March 31, 2020 · 6 Comments

Francesca Bell: Taking Stock

There will be strawberries
and hand grenades
and the feeling
in my belly
when your touch
explodes me.

March 30, 2020 · 6 Comments

Robert Wrigley: A Walk

Can they tell we are different, the deer?

March 28, 2020 · 5 Comments

Audio: “Invictus” recited by Morgan Freeman

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

March 28, 2020 · Leave a comment

Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Zoosk | The Pandemic

We stay put, apart,
constant in longing. And that is all
fine, my friends, except the dying
part. Death all around love’s
little sprouting head.

March 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

Deena November: Social Distance Pro

I create ambitious color coded schedules for
my hyper children during a pandemic but they are jumping in puddles, tracking mud all over the house and eating popcorn off the living room rug.

March 25, 2020 · Leave a comment

Corona's Jaws: An Anthology of Poetry

Poems by Cynthia Atkins, Jose Alcantara, Judith Alexander Brice, Michael T. Young, Sydney Lea, Charlie Brice, John Samuel Tieman, and Adrian Rice.

March 24, 2020 · Leave a comment

Christine Rhein: Panic

Because it’s too late now
to sound the alarm
over the lack of alarm,
over the sudden
wealth of it.

March 23, 2020 · 4 Comments

Ellen McGrath Smith: March 22, 2020

As it is, we’re quarantined in cages,
rooms, apartments, city houses, ranches
in the suburbs, the further out you go
the more chance to forget, to forgo
every caution you’ve ever not taken.

March 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

What did you bring to the world?

You don’t have many days to stay, traveler.

March 21, 2020 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Black Brick, Yellow Brick

I will die in Pittsburgh on a beautiful day…

March 21, 2020 · 4 Comments

Lawrence Ferlinghetti: Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you through the flames]

Nemesis is knocking at the door.
What are poets for, in such an age? What is the use of poetry?

March 20, 2020 · 6 Comments

Matt Hohner: Viral

Imagine someone with nothing left to lose as a virus
armed with a gun and desperate to spread its bullets.

March 19, 2020 · 2 Comments

Danusha Laméris: The Cat

After my brother died, his wife was sure he was living
inside their cat, Rocky. He’s in there, she’d say, staring into
those blank, yellow eyes. Isma’il? Isma’il? Can you hear me?

March 18, 2020 · 1 Comment

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