Words from the Pandemic: a call for COVID-inspired writing

If, in these past few months, you’ve written something meaningful related to COVID 19 – be it poetry, prose, or anything else – please consider submitting it to this forthcoming publication, which aims to record the experiences, reflections, and words of wisdom from writers around the world. … More Words from the Pandemic: a call for COVID-inspired writing

Winter is…

Snuggling under the covers,
hot drinks in hand,
immersed in books
or movies,
eating snacks;
Putting on pounds
to insulate against the season’s biting cold.

Sleeping cats
wrapped within warm blankets,
fur no longer sufficient to warm little bodies,
who otherwise would be out hunting or playing. … More Winter is…

The Drop

A single drop sits on my window, surrounded by many others, as the rain lashes down on this Winter morning. I want to take in this moment. Be still. Be present. Empty my mind completely. No reflections on anything, nor thoughts of the human world that will enter my consciousness when I leave this seat. I want to just stop and focus on this one, physical entity in front of me: this drop on my window… … More The Drop

Run

Rekindle that wild, uninhibited freedom;
where the world is an open plain,
and your only barrier
is shortness of breath,
and tiredness of legs.

No thinking.
No worrying.
No concern for what might happen
if you fail to pace yourself
or control your path. … More Run

Overload

It’s hard to stop. And it’s hard to see this for what it is: an addiction. A craving – a compulsion – that none of us asked for, yet it crept into us as we went along with the modern world’s frantic evolution of communication technology.

We see the older generations as backwards. Not with the times. Struggling to operate a BlackBerry, or some other dated relic from the technological dark ages just five years ago. They’re not constantly communicating. They’re out of the loop. … More Overload