Jazz in the Time of Pandemic, or, Sax in the City by Alan Bland

Felicity had asked if I would play my Sax for a Word On The Hills Christmas Show, a virtual event that Chris Cameron was putting together with other Spirit members. Wow! “Sure,” I said, “I just have to work on my “chops,” as I hadn’t played much during the shut-down. I’d felt guilty every time…

Blame Me for This Pandemic! It Is All My Fault by René Schmidt

Seriously. I may have asked for this awful time. My wife, who understands these things better than I do, says I always get what I ask for. Once again she may be right. Last year I looked up and saw the sky crisscrossed with a dozen contrails where jets had sucked in clean air and spewed…

A poem and photos by Ted Amsden

In The Cosmic Wind This morning,                      this bluebell,                             this bee-happy,                                     this roadkill-dropped-into-the-organic-bin day,                                       separating my trash                                     facing the risen sun                        in point of shoe                                                   croc bound,                      in point of mind                                                   held to waste-separation tasks,                        I feel okay.                 The pandemic does…

The Gifts of 2020 by Gwynn Scheltema

If there’s one thing that I have learned during 2020, it’s the importance of kindness and acceptance and the finding of joy and fulfilment in the unexpected, big and small. And part of that is the acceptance of self, flaws and all.  So, in 2021 I’ve decided I am going to put kindness to myself…