Pandemic Mercy by Carmen Calatayud We seek mercy and not grace ~Gris Muñoz We lived to ride the sun like …
Rx Poetry | Colours, by Leela Soma
Colours by Leela Soma There will be time, there will be time to eat an apple, fresh from the …
Rx Poetry | Soap, by Jennifer Payne
Soap It’s a small bar, tucks into my hand smooth and white I’ve pulled it from its palm-tree wrapper the …
Rx Poetry | Spit Bath, by Ann Randlette
I park at the store, four slots away from all cars, lift my mask in place. Aisles memorized. Chin …
Rx Poetry | Coronavirus, by Raquel Morris
Mother nature takes her breath As man is rendered breathless a virus breeding respiratory failure lungs saturated in our sins …
Rx Poetry | Messages from the Merrimayanna, by Rob McKinnon
Vibrant red, yellow and white ochre emblematic images dynamically adorn eastern Barossa rock shelters and caves, avid depictions of past …
Rx Poetry |Power of 19, by Kamesh Gupta
I am Covid Covid 19. A force of Nature, unleashed by humans on humans. Me, little strand, thousand times …
Rx Poetry | Touching, by Sarah Connor
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 …
Ode to a Black Rose
IOh, My mind right now is a sad, black roseIt showers in the sun, it melts with rain;I can’t put …
