Lynne Glowacki, May 19, 2020, Reston, Virginia “That’s my name,” she had said—“Augustina”—when I told her my son’s name (Morgan August).That was the day we met at church over coffee and muffins with Jane, my friend, her daughter.She died in March.(was it March? I can’t remember. What month is it now?)She had moved North andContinue reading “Ending”
Category Archives: Writing
Call for Haiku, Part 2
Well things got a bit busy down on the Quarantine Homestead, so I didn’t get to put these up until today. Sorry about that! But here we are with Haiku Part 2, mostly written on April 12, 2020. Again, some of these might not follow Haiku Rules perfectly, and again, nobody cares, because we’re allContinue reading “Call for Haiku, Part 2”
Call for Haiku, Part 1
We had about a week without any submissions, so to get the creativity moving again, I put out a call on Facebook for Quarantine Haiku. Some of these are not actually Haiku, and that is fine. This set were written on Saturday, April 11, 2020. Authors and places are included. If something on this pageContinue reading “Call for Haiku, Part 1”
Blocked
Lillian Terio, Reston, Virginia, March 31, 2020 I am blocked I cannot go to play For today’s a rainy, rainy day
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LaDonna Murphy, Lexington, Kentucky, March 26, 2020 Goodnight dearsYou survived today,You, most likely, will survive tomorrow I almost broke down with reliefin the store todayBecause the shelves were mostlyfull of products It was that momentary returnto normalcythat reduced my anxietydespite the mask I wore Remember that you didn’t liveoutside of your house 24/7before this crisisContinue reading “Untitled”
Distancing
L. Jane Begley, March 23, 2020, Lexington, Kentucky Author’s note: This poem is in the form of a Cento, which comes from the Latin word for “patchwork.” The Cento (or collage poem) is a poetic form composed entirely of lines from poems by other poets. These poets have each been given credit at the endContinue reading “Distancing”
Games Played as a Boy
Harvey Dershin, Evanston, Illinois, March 23, 2020 I spent my early childhood, zero to five years old, in the Bronx but was raised after that in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. All I remember of the Bronx is tall apartment buildings and steep hills. I used to have bad dreams about riding my tricycle downContinue reading “Games Played as a Boy”