A Thorough Scrubbing by Pesach Rotem My left hand washes my right. My right hand washes my left. My …
Rx Poetry |Could we Live?, by Kindra McDonald
Could we Live? by Kindra McDonald This spring all the grocery stores have run out of yeast. We are …
Rx Poetry | Anonymous Thinks of Erasure, by Mary Moore
Anonymous Thinks of Erasure by Mary Moore My tongue worries a molar while I doodle the dream catcher that webs …
Rx Poetry | Bored, by Paul Crump
Bored by Paul Crump I cup my hands to keep the air prisoner at least until it is old …
Rx Poetry | Containment, by James Schwartz
Containment by James Schwartz, Regular Contributor Containment in sacred/spaces …
Rx Poetry – Terse Verse | Gorilla Pimp Red Series (1), by Killah Shark
Gorilla Pimp Red Series (1) by Killah Shark, Regular Contributor Snatcher In Chief Shared How to live through the pandemic …
TERSE VERSE | Social Distancing give me Some Social Justice, by Killah Shark
TERSE VERSE Social Distancing give me Some Social Justice by Killah Shark, Regular Contributor You invented it Black Man Don’t …
Rx Poetry | Mourners Leaned Against Their Cars, by Larry Pike
Mourners Leaned Against Their Cars by Larry Pike ―Coronavirus restrictions prohibit mass gatherings, impact funeral attendance. (April 2020) A …
Rx Poetry | The Night John Prine Died, The Night John Prine Died, by Tito Titus
The Night John Prine Died by Tito Titus Mid-pandemic, we walk nearly vacant streets, she and I. It’s April 7th and …
Rx Poetry | Pandemic Prayer, by Amelie Robitaille
Pandemic Prayer by Amelie Robitaille Fire up the frail send off in smoky paper dust–– Does it mean something? Their …
Rx Poetry | From a Distance, by Ronda Piszk Broatch
From a Distance by Amelie Robitaille We are all just a little bit crazy right now waving our palms …
Rx Poetry | Ready. Set. Go., by Jen Schneider
Ready. Set. Go. by Jen Schneider Wall clock minute hand clicks at a steady pace while internal time clocks …