• I feel guilty about having a hard time amid my general luckiness, but I am. I’m trying to treat it with lots of outdoor time and trying to write a poem a day for April–although, as you say, every poem eventually turns into a pandemic poem. Stay well, friend!

    April 05, 2020
  • […] write, I suspect, almost every poem eventually morphs into a pandemic poem, as Jeannine Hall Gailey observes – “The coronavirus has saturated the view.” But views are of course as varied as […]

    April 12, 2020

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