The Essence

Today Existence Shrinks and swells, Looming or squeaking by, Depending on the mood. Existence Fills each cycle As the sun and moon Chase each other around the planet. The illusions of reasons for being Have been felled by a virus. The screens through which We have...

The Slime of Slugs

Covid-19 moves like a corpulent slug, Depositing eggs along an invisible slime trail. Odorless and colorless, the slug slides among us, leaving no detectable Evidence of its passage. I wish we could see its fuchsia scent, Taste its slimy tolling, Or touch its...

Prevention Lapse

Don’t touch, don’t touch Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch! Wipe it down, wipe it down, Wipe it down, wipe it down, wipe it down! There – could – be – virus – anywhere. . . Shelter at home, shelter at home, Touch no one. Be touched by nothing except this Profound...

Alice Arrived

Clear as could be I saw her come in, Looking around, Liking my new home. Of course, she’d come; her grandkids are nearby. Her voice, her mannerisms, All pure Alice. “You can go wherever you want,” She explained, A lesson about the unknown, “but they don’t always see...

The Lease of the Least

A little string of nucleotidesA billion time smaller than a spider’s eyelashCreeps through the humansUsing each one to make another trillion copies of itself.UnmovedUncaringUnfeelingUnknowingNot even livingJust a tiny string of nucleotidesIn a certain orderChanging...