She said,feels weird to poemin these times.it took me a while to replytill these words floated in my headpoems are windows to the worldSo i poem-ed for herpoems are ducts of sunlightamidst the dampness of fearpressure valves that force oxygenthrough closed doors & clamped chestsoxy-poems be like oxy-metersprescribe & provide at leisureThey are pockets ofContinue reading “Poems in a pandemic”
a poem about writing and its dilemmas.
What is keeping us here?
Paint. Even as the world burns, paint.
i am living the question now
Elements shape us.
Rise, you beauty!
Keeping home for that someone