May 28-29, 2020 You can keep waitingUntil the 12th of Never. I’m tired. Tired of writing about my life as a Black Woman from Baltimore. For 6 years(Because President Barack Obamapleaded for us to have aConversation on Race), I’ve tried to tell you, I’ve tried to show you— “Black Lives Matter. The Black Experience IS … More If You’re Waiting for Me to Speak Out Because I am a Black Woman….
May 5-8, 2020 A worrying contemplation for me…. I. What I do is say. What I observe,What I learn,What I know. Mostly in writing. On paper,On tablet. In emails,journals (personal),blogs, letters—occasionally publishedin the localnewspaper(3—or is it 4,To be exact?) What I do is write. “Words” is what I do. Do I make goodon my Words? … More “What you say means far less than what you do. Your actions are the real you.” (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #15)
May 3, 20204:42pm I. Now that the cold and darknessof Winter is finally past,I‘m opening blinds and windows, Letting light and fresh air into block the fearand uncertaintythat Covid-19 has cast. No more daily briefings—though the deaths continueto mount— Today my heart is singing, beatingfor the living whoalso count: the ones who foughtand survived like … More Springing Forward, Though Covid-19’s Shadow Is Ever Present (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #14)
April 24, 2020 4:30am I keep a binder filledwith obituariesof every loved oneI have lost. The binder is dividedinto sections,each sectionin chronological order: FamilyFriends & NeighborsChurch & Community Friends In my lifetime,I have grievedfor 1 set of great-grandparents,2 sets of grandparents,My parents,1 brother, Most of my aunts and uncles,Many cousins,and a Hostof friends, … More Grief in the Age of Coronavirus (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #13)
April 23, 2020 1:30 pm They say the economy isBroken. Thousands wait in bread lines,unemployment lines, at home – searchingfor their elusivestimulus check – a paltry sum. While millionairesline their pocketsalready overflowingwith money madeoff the backs of workers who wait in bread lines,unemployment lines, at home – searchingfor their elusivestimulus check – a paltry … More The Money Grubbers (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #12)
Maundy Thursday Am I lostAm I foundAm I savedAm I drowned Last nightHoly ThursdayI observed The 2nd nightOf Passover. A last-minute invitation From a friend.I had no other plans.So I joined in On the Zoom call. Following the Haggadah On a pdf. Drinking green teaIn place of wine.Eating taco chipsIn place of matzoh. The wind … More A Holy Trinity of Verse (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #9)
A most powerful and persistent 2020 Passover plague, a precursor to painful pandemonium. This is no prank nor premeditated, but after all, wasn’t’ it predicted…? While possibly preventable, why point fingers – what’s the point? A pretty picture is not being painted… Despite preachy, pretend, pushy political pundits, local people are producing protection – and … More A Passover Pandemic Poem – by Guest Poet Mira Appleby
March 31, 202012:16 PM BALTIMORE (WBFF)– NEW: Stay at Home Ordered issued for all Maryland Residents.The Maryland State Health Department released new numbers Monday, as of 10am 1,413 Marylanders have been diagnosed with COVID-19, 15 have died.This is a breakdown of the highest COVID-19 #’s in our area:Baltimore County – 186Baltimore City- 152Anne Arundel Co- … More Covid-19 Status – A Poem (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #7)
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 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]
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