Tag: Writing

Freedom During Quarantine

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these evenings I stay up
late, just to see what has
accumulated during quarantine
days, overabundant family
time, the same dog walks
over and over, this darkened
hour is the only quiet space
without Zoom, or TikTok,
Netflix, or email invading
every minute, here I am
again, pretending to write
poems, freedom disguised
as ink words on a page

Presence and the Virus

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and in the midst
of this uncertainty, as
time stands still in
houses, on streets where

dogs are walked five
times a day, and
women, men, wear masks
to stop the virus

within all this, i
sit next to my
son’s slumber and feel
only peace and calm

because this is our
moment, and all is
quiet, and the world
only exists right now

Timeless Universe

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i’m not trying to write a good poem
this is just playful, holding a flashlight,
watching words appear on a page like
reading The Hobbit as a kid, and i can
do this, sometimes pausing to notice
shadows where dark becomes light,
a bright circle, where meaning emerges,
my handwriting, this timeless universe,
in quiet night