This world is a terror stormwith sweetness and beautyat its heart. Lived and embraced(and fought) terror can be turnedinto words that grow wings.Melancholy isn’t always bad,in ink—it’s safe practice for living.I believe I can.So, I willink, inkink (and stitch) horrorsinto armor.
for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #22: Onward, June)
In the old days, customers were becoming
store scum, leaving a thin thread of thick hatred,
virtually dueling for toilet paper.
In the old days, random kindness
spread like a needed plague, infecting
friends and strangers, reclaiming humanity.
Post-apocalyptic fiction is now current events.
- the title and the last line of this Sevenling (thank you, Ron.! And you were right about the addictive properties of the form) came from a meme the NYC Public Library sent at the beginning of the pandemic—I guess if was sort of funny… way back then.
- for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #21: Anagrams. Where a stunning [and rather modest] hostess invites everyone to write new poetry or prose using anagrams—a word, phrase, or sentence formed from another by rearranging its letters. I chose customers/store scum and hatred/thread.
