It seems to me Corona Clothing is all the rage – though nobody currently calls it that. Rather, it is known as Working From Home clothes or What Day Is It clothes or We Don’t Have Enough clothes. Despite, or because of the pandemic, having the right kind of clothing is now, a matter of … Continue reading Corona Clothing
Tag: poetry in the time of coronavirus
Suburbia
my writing is slow he is outside working hard not quite Diet Coke hot but still the apple tree is gone the sandpit vanished the patio of stones now a southern facing dream replenished.
Chin-Chin
There are more important things to worry about at the moment I know COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 COVID-19 … Continue reading Chin-Chin
Essential
I used to think essential meant Crucial and Key as in it is essential that x equals y and not 3 or knowing The Earth is as round as The Sun is essential unless you’re a Flat Earther for fun or having No Money essentially means broke and challenging everyday racism is Woke because essentially … Continue reading Essential
The Ides of March
She always said she had A Good War. Dancing. Courting. Working. as the Bombs Fell and her Brother Died and her Lovers Fought on various Fronts and Food was Rationed. it was still a A Good War. Not, she would say (gently touching the cover of a Holocaust Memoir) Not Like This. He called … Continue reading The Ides of March
Barefoot Sociologist 