Quarantine forced me inside my apartment but outside my normal way of writing. Instead of spending hours on end developing novel plot lines or writing witty wordplay with a child’s mind in mind, all I could do was write words. Sometimes they were single words; sometimes phrases or fragments. Sometimes they rhymed, but often they were scattered and sparse and free form. I took a MasterClass workshop on poetry and realized that was kind of what I was writing. And so, pandemic poems. I’m in the process of collecting them into a Quarantine Zine - to come soon(ish).

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