I have been in the hands of nurses – lost my dignity – had it handed back like a clean …
Rx Poetry |The Good Flesh, by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
The Good Flesh “Days are the good flesh continuing.” Robert Hass My flesh continues. I pay attention to this …
Rx Poetry | Poured Out, by David Purdy
It rained for three days after she left. This grey old downward condition took on such an un-Spring-like character …
Rx Poetry | The Looking Glass, by Katrin Talbot
Well, that’s what our windows are now as we observe earth’s breaking news Here the migrations, the exact end of …
Rx Poetry | Ice-olation, by Elizabeth McGeown
In the first days of the pandemic, those being when we were told by channels on high that we could …
Rx Poetry | Haiku for Crisis & Hope, by Susan J. Farese
Flowers bloom, sun shines Atypical Spring Season- Global pandemic! Nomenclature now- Ventilators! PPE! Covid-19 deaths! Position 6 feet away Wipe-out …
Rx Poetry | The View from the Isolated Window, by Maisha Mustanzir
Hmmmmmmmmmmm One leg to the side One leg half folded onto my other My head propped up on the pillows …
Rx Poetry | Nevertheless, by Rommy Cortez-Driks
Dear descendant, Right now your ancestress is reminded of the time she was warned about a super storm bearing down. …
Rx Poetry | Corona Change, Noah Winslow
April’s right ear ringing routine plagues me like a planet wide panic attack on a timeframe and scale we …
Rx Poetry | Radio Spring NYC 2020, by Heather Lee Rogers
While empty subway cars run all night long we are eight million lonely transistor radios sending sad sound-waves to …
Rx Poetry | Waiting Ghazal, Dianne Silvestri
I sigh for the call to end stay-in-place, to lift the quarantine become quotidian, buoyed by a wave as my neighbor …
Rx Poetry | A Song Amid Covid-19, by Sandra Fees
Each day is a god. ~ Annie Dillard. Each day, another chance to lay bare the sacred. Just yesterday magnolia’s saucers …
