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Plague Poems – The Twenty-Sixth Week

Do not allow yourself to believe that it was inevitable that a week would begin with the terrible news that the plague has claimed its one hundred and ninety thousandth … Continue reading

September 15, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twenty-Fifth Week

One can be excused for failing to be ready when the unimaginable strikes by their very nature such calamities elude most minds. Yes one can be forgiven for lacking foresight … Continue reading

September 10, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twenty-Fourth Week

This morning my love left me dressed formally clutching old keys bag nervously in hand returning to the campus where their classroom of masked pupils awaits. This evening my love … Continue reading

September 3, 2020 · 3 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twenty-Third Week

You need not be a sagacious prophet wizened in interpreting the motions of the heavens in order to understand that it is an ill omen for a week to being … Continue reading

August 25, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twenty-Second Week

Those who did not know the answer to the Sphinx’s riddle were devoured for their incorrect response. We cannot claim not to know the answer to the plague’s riddle as … Continue reading

August 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twenty-First Week

If our leaders truly believed that our lives had any value they would not be debating whether six hundred dollars is too grand a sum. * That which was unthinkable … Continue reading

August 14, 2020 · 3 Comments

Plague Poems – The Twentieth Week

A considerate teacher the plague has provided our leaders an opportunity to demonstrate what they have learned. Alas it appears the lesson our leaders have internalized is that they should … Continue reading

August 6, 2020 · 3 Comments

Plague Poems – The Nineteenth Week

When the plague first appeared experts and commentators projected possible deaths the optimistic ones assumed that deaths would be few the pessimistic ones feared that deaths would be many but … Continue reading

July 31, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Eighteenth Week

A hallmark of a civilized society (or so we were told) is that it sends its young to the classroom not to the sacrificial altar. How then to understand our … Continue reading

July 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

Plague Poems – The Seventeenth Week

So long as the sate of the world causes you anguish you need not despair. For your anguish is a sign that some buried part of you still know that … Continue reading

July 17, 2020 · 3 Comments

Plague Poems – The Sixteenth Week

In the times before the plague a weekend spent inside was a guilty pleasure, to tell others that you had just stayed in made you seem a bore. Under the … Continue reading

July 8, 2020 · 16 Comments

Plague Poems – The Fifteenth Week

Though the carnival barker fumed at the numerous empty seats at his rally the plague was quite satisfied with the turnout. * If more of your neighbors had only been … Continue reading

July 2, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Fourteenth Week

Upon being asked to accept the sacrifice of having to wear a mask many decided they would rather sacrifice their neighbors instead. * While buying groceries I overheard a man … Continue reading

June 26, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Thirteenth Week

From history there is much we must learn for there is much we have failed to learn. Study the years of the past let those events leave their imprints upon … Continue reading

June 19, 2020 · 15 Comments

Plague Poems – The Eleventh and Twelfth Weeks

Some say that history will be made this week. Was not history made last week? Yes, history was made last week but this week we will not be able to … Continue reading

June 10, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Tenth Week

Only fools and optimists fail to make preparations for tragic possibilities. For every Plan A there must be a Plan B For every Plan B there must be a Plan … Continue reading

May 29, 2020 · 15 Comments

Plague Poems – The Ninth Week

From the wreckage of the fall we shall look back upon these days and remember them as having been the good times. * None should be surprised to learn that … Continue reading

May 21, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Eighth Week

Freedom is not a concept that can be easily defined. But I am sure that there must be more to freedom than shopping. * You who enjoy the parks while … Continue reading

May 15, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Seventh Week

Before you face the new week pause and remember the horrors of the previous week. By this week’s end last week’s many tragedies will be forgotten displaced by new woeful … Continue reading

May 6, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Sixth Week

Where once there were seven kinds of days now there are only two the bad days and the worse ones. How strange it is to long for the banality of … Continue reading

April 30, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Fifth Week

There are many things I miss about how life was before the plague The simple pleasures of a meal at a restaurant a concert in a crowded hall embracing close … Continue reading

April 22, 2020 · 15 Comments

Plague Poems – The Fourth Week

If the experts are to be believed than this shall be a most difficult week. Was not last week also a most difficult week? Certainly, it was, but by this … Continue reading

April 16, 2020 · 15 Comments

Plague Poems – The Third Week

It is not that the days of the week have (truly) lost all sense of meaning. But that the anxiety and loathing we once felt regarding Monday is now applicable … Continue reading

April 9, 2020 · 14 Comments

Plague Poems – The Second Week

Needing the air, I briefly stepped outside. Fearing the others needing the air, I swiftly stepped inside. * If I had children I would tell them not to be frightened. … Continue reading

April 1, 2020 · 15 Comments

Plague Poems – The First Week

It is said that during the plague the bard wrote King Lear. Perhaps, but how many did not live to see it performed? * When they said “go out” I … Continue reading

March 24, 2020 · 157 Comments

The End of the World?

Except  this star there is nothing, I thought, and it Is a wasteland. It is our only refuge and this Is what it looks like. – Brecht   1. First, … Continue reading

January 23, 2020 · 15 Comments

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