Saturday, March 28, 2020 I. Late-Night/Early Morning Supplication, 2:08 AM Dark rain falls. Drops spray on the roof, the windows, the ground, the grass, the trees. Not a hard rain This time, But a mist In a shroud of fog. Will the wetness refresh the world beyond my door? Will this shower lull me … More Just Another Covid-19 Saturday (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #6)
March 27, 2020 2:18 AM A friend posted a Self Magazine article with the above question as the headline, and asked, “Where’s my tribe?” Here is my reply: 👋🏼 Here I amâť— I spent 2 weeks with a cold. Then another week coming out of a lingering brain fog! Then, last week, The Aborted … More Are You Barely Functioning? (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #5)
March 24, 2020 I thought I had just enough. Just enough foodto keep my body strong.Just enough common senseto keep from doing wrong.Just enough heartto smile through the pain.Just enough sunlight savedTo endure days of rain. But in these darkest of days,there is no surety to be found.Except the near-certaintythat I am bankrupt-bound. I … More Just Enough (Bankrupt) [My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #4]
Monday, March 23, 20202:10 AM For the past hour, I’ve tried to settle down to sleep. Considering that I didn’t get up until noon yesterday, it shouldn’t surprise me that I cannot sleep now. What time will I get up this morning? Who knows? Since I retired from working nearly 7 years ago, … More DĂ©ja Vu (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #3)
Saturday, March 21, 2020 The Aborted Poetry Reading On Wednesday, March 18, I was scheduled to join three other women poets (Toni Bee, Marianne Szlyk, and Lynne Viti) to read recent work on the Quintessential Poetry podcast (http://www.blogtalkradio.com), hosted by Dr. Michael Anthony Ingram. The theme of the program, 3 months in the making (almost), … More Staying Alive, Inside (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #2)
March 21, 2020 2:43 AM Never forget your first language, which is Music.Before words called out to you,Music fed your infant soul.Even your mother knew this.She recalled how you wriggledTo the sound ofFlight of the Bumblebee—Though you were hearing itAs the theme song ofThe Green Hornet,Playing on the televisionIn the living room Of the tiny … More To My Future Self
Tuesday March 17, 2020 There’s got to be a better way! Â It’s one thing to be retired, without any real, daily obligations. In this chosen situation, I’ve made obligations for myself: writing, community work, visiting friends & family, doing nothing if I want to, etc. But this self-isolation is something else again. I’ve already been … More Coronavirus Blues
This post was originally published on the blog’s Facebook Page (Baltimoreblackwoman) on March 14. It has been expanded to include more News. ANNOUNCEMENT: Tonight – Wednesday, March 18, 2020, at 8pm, EDT – Poetry Reading on the Quintessential Poetry podcast, in celebration of Women’s History Month. TUNE IN! … More NEWS FROM baltimoreblackwoman
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