Pandemic Poem #34 / Masks

This poem came from a discussion during on Zoom meeting. I was sketching adsent-mindedly as people talked and someone said something about the masks we make for ourselves. I thought it was a great line.

A pocket full of posies
The masks we make for ourselves
The masks we don’t know we are wearing
We all fall down


This poem has since had the collab treatment as part of Slamalamadingdong‘s Mix & Match Slam.

I was able to play with layering of audio and Elena Osalde danced to the track.

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