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Malaka Gharib shared how to create a little 8-page zine about the whole COVID 19 situation, so I joined in last week. It came out surprisingly sincere. It really helped clarify my reaction to the whole situation.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 18 - The Return
When I landed I felt the weight
of myself rush back into my body
like water through an open dam.
I was thankful for no longer
being a raindrop. I saw the sky
as an ocean we swim through daily.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 17- Waiting
My former body is discarded over
a plastic chair, abandoned to
numbness. Now I am these walls,
the vending machine in the corner
humming its constant mantra,
the flicker of that strip light
spelling out a morse code psalm,
the runes of mould creeping over
each ceiling tile. Aeons vanish.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 16 - Surface Tension
Between worlds the shine of the sea,
the light that marks the dividing line
between our world and our neighbours.
Napowrimo 2020 day 15 - Late fees
CW: death
Napowrimo 2020 Day 14 - Modified
Purple clouds transform and jitter
over the emerald sky. My limbs
are sprawled over silicone grass
as I observe butterflies flit in
and out of existence. Everything
Napowrimo 2020 Day 13 - Things that have lost their power
After Sei Shonagon
Napowrimo 2020 Day 12- How to hear the hills
You will need a clear night, far
from the city's illuminated fears,
when the dust from the milky way
almost floats down around you.
Napowrimo 2020 Day 11 - Lies the television told me
Potential pervades-
the message of every saturated
Saturday morning American import,
a call to action to try and fix
a world held together by outlines
and acetate cells, giving children
the promise of powers, illusions
of movement, simplified solutions.
Napowrimo day 10- Prospects
Pious parsons pass pyres,
proclaim pretty prayers,
preach possessed portents.