There is the disease, and it’s scary enough, but even scarier are the underlying policies, and those that are improvised as we go.
Four hours later, they were intubating Karina for the ventilator.
What does it say about us that we resist the grief expressed in this play, displacing it into wishful thinking about a better king?
“Through removal and erasure of the paint from the surface of the canvas initially covered in blue, the final imagery appears as the result of an uncovering.”
Yes, I just used scare quotes.
Tell me how I can do this and still live.
I wake up one morning with Macbeth’s line trotting through my head like a horse round a manège
experimental poetry communicates changing times while remaining timeless
A plague forces us to isolate, sequester into our spaces without the shared moments that make us social creatures.
No oxys, no benzos, no sleeping pills, not even a bottle of Percocet.
Saw a police car this morning on my way back from the laundromat, driving around looking for signs of trouble.