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…

Two Poems by Reva Nelson

Focus what makes the most sense for me to focus on today should I smell the earth after the much-needed rain   what about the sight of children playing separately apart unsure of whether they can touch or not   should I listen for the doorbell even though no one can visit damned this cursed…