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…

Turning Down Social Media’s Volume by Mike Croucher

During this pandemic, staying informed is vital to our health, but being obsessed with the news, whether about covid19, the gong show that is American politics, politics in general, or a world in chaos—as it has been for generations, and will likely stay in for decades to come—is really damaging to our sense of well-being….

Thanksgiving Dinner, 2020 by Felicity Sidnell Reid

Zooming in on steaming food set out on pretty plates, we eye each other’s offerings, recall advice from earlier years, “Watch out, your eyes are bigger than your belly!” No problem this year as we cannot reach to taste but only wonder at my daughter’s lentil bake swaddled in a puffy  golden coat surrounded by…