Food falls in my mask
Hanging around my neck now
Inconvenience
Amazed at the number of people not wearing proper masks or ignoring basic health protocols due to inconvenience. Citing petty and lazy concerns over personal safety.
Food falls in my mask
Hanging around my neck now
Inconvenience
Amazed at the number of people not wearing proper masks or ignoring basic health protocols due to inconvenience. Citing petty and lazy concerns over personal safety.
there’s a little red spot on my hand today
after doing my weekly shopping at the ‘mart
i’m washing it, rubbing it, willing it away
hoping that this isn’t a symptom, a beginning, a start
so i wait and wonder and hope and pray
that i will live another day
life under Covid-19 has me questioning every cough, touch and interaction
Shit-stained Yoga pants
Preppers without face masks
Walmart is Ground Zero
It’s a frightening petri-dish of folks when shopping. #fullbodycondom
lungs gasp
as fish do
when ripped
from the
dark lake
respirators
are still
These blood letters, these horror haiku’s come from many places. True life, imagination, a chance encounter, a nightmare. They are legion. Everywhere you look these poems are red.
corona nineteen blues
states killing themselves now
how many will die free?
every day in every way there will be consequences
This is a variation on my poem, Soul Story where I substituted ‘America’ as the focus of the work. Based on our current Covid climate, it seemed an appropriate plea for after this pandemic has subsided.
