Pandemic Poem #50 / The Gambler

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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Dirty Thirty Day 2 / The Blank Page

Every April, The Dirty Thirty runs a month-long poetry challenge over on Facebook. I definitely did not do a poem every day in April but I did write a couple of new poems thanks to their daily prompts. Here’s day two. The prompt to to describe the process of filling some kind of blank slate, and let the final image be revealed at the end.

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Pandemic Poem #48 / New Shit

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.

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