A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.
Tag Archives: pandemic
Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…
Time Between Waves
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
We’re Learning That Time Is Making Us Miserable
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?
Thinking about Powwows During a Pandemic
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.
