Poetic Pandemic A Viral Anthology

Poetic Pandemic A Viral Anthology   Antisocial Distancing   Was such a simple task To wear the mask To saved the lives Of kids and wives No matter how many died Some made it a matter of pride To cough in your face And act in disgrace Foaming at the mouth they scream Armed with knowledge gained from a meme You will burn in hell for what you did When you tried to save my unvaccinated kid They lie and claim the cure will make you die Then push livestock …

The Farm

The great western desert stretched from horizon to horizon. Its dust filled the air. It filled Dustin’s lungs, and stung his eyes. Charred remnants of the giants that once inhabited this land now covered in dust. It was not a desert of sand, but a desert of ash and dust.  Sequoia. That was what these giants were called. In the end nothing more than kindling for the infernos.    The desert landscape was not one of great dunes, it was a mix of blackened chimneys, and melted metal. Cars. He …

The Law Of The Land

They call me a devil, demon and traitor, just for doing my job. They believe I owe them allegiance due to sharing a common DNA link. Ancestral entanglements that make up less than 1/16th of my blood. It’s not enough connection to be recognized as a member of the tribe. Why should I be bound by their laws, and not the laws I spent the last decade bending to my will? Isn’t that what a good lawyer does? Argue the law on behalf of the client?    The client of …

The Dumpster King

We have all heard the stories about the babies left in dumpsters. Mothers giving birth in the bathroom at the prom. These stories are all too common. We think, “oh that’s horrible, who would do that to a baby?” By the next commercial break we are forgotten. I say ‘we’ because my friends and I are those forgotten and abandoned. Sasha, she was the youngest, I found her myself, not in a cliche dumpster, abandoned in the garbage nonetheless. As the eldest of our group, I was out on a …

Tokoloshe the Tormentor

    “Father, Engai shines his light upon you, wake, the cattle await, as does teacher. Wake up! Wake up! We must go.” It was Mutunzi who spoke, his sister Wanana clung shyly to his side. School began today. “Babu, babu, grandfather you wake up too” he called out next. Mutunzi beamed with pride, while Wanana clung to her brother nervously. Their baba was proud too. As was his baba, their babu. The same babu who appeared in the doorway.       Babu Keitan was their babu but was also their …

Professor Now

Work was boring today, as it has been on so many days. Killing time. That’s what we call it when we just do anything, waiting for something more extraordinary to occur. The humdrum spaces we fill with meaningless activities. Staring out the window, watching the clouds go by. Watching the motionless one stand statue stiff, staring at nothing. I have watched him for weeks, as people walk right past as if he were not even there. Sure, they stepped around him, sometimes eyed darted his way, then quickly averted. However, …