Robinne

“The day before lockdown my husband and I sold our house. The new house is still being built, so the family moved into the shed on the new property. So we began lockdown in a new community, living in cramped, cold quarters. I started my pandemic poems—written with a Sharpie on scraps of building wrap […]

Leigh-vii

“Darker seasons call for deeper perspectives; Shades of nature that make my dimples ache. A colour palette of longing. A muddy green and flimsy orange Colours of votive Autumn. The sacrificial tinge. I’m in possession of a cryptic medicine.” -Leigh-vii