I heard this term on a podcast and it intrigued me. Now I have a term for something I have always known – that humans are meaning makers, and that making meaning and communicating it to others is the essence of being human. Something that is so much hard to do from lockdown.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #57 / Homo Significans”
An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence”
Any one else getting a little queasy with 2021?
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #55 / The Lockdown Roller Coaster”
I’m in regional Victoria so we’ll be out of lockdown tomorrow. Unfortunately my body doesn’t know the difference between good changes and bad ones.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #54 / The News Is Good”
Today, I feel fragile and have been using writing and art to calm me. This poem comes from how I described the panic attack to my mother.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #52 / Free Fall”
Ding Ding Ding! With entry into Lockdown 5, I’ve racked up 50 Pandemic Poems. It’s not a prize I’m happy about winning.
This poem has been bubbling in my brain and dancing across my notebook for a month or so. I wanted to capture the feeling of being a “gambler” when in a manipulative/abusive relationship, which has some traumatic parallels to the way we’re forced to live now during this pandemic. I’ll probably keep working on it.
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Lockdown number 4 for Victoria and I’m breathing new life into my Pandemic Poetry series, out of necessity more than anything else. It was always a series that was born out of catharsis and this lockdown has hit me particularly hard. Thank goodness for poetry.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #49 / Just Mum”
Three pandemic poems have been published by Melbourne Writers Group in their annual anthology and you can buy a copy!
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I’d hoped that I might get to 50 pandemic poems in 2020. It feels like a nice place to stop. This second to last poem is one for the poets. As restrictions have eased and there are in-person events to get to. I’m finding the new language of the online poetry spaces is bleeding into the real world and it’s kind of awkward.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #48 / New Shit”