It’s been a long hard year and a half. I got through it all by watching Schitt’s Creek and writing poetry. Not at the same time of course. But the two occupations fed my funnybone and my creative juices. Poetry, for me, is more direct and spontaneous than writing fiction. I don’t have to stop and create the character and the world he/she inhabits. It’s me on the page, immediate and sometimes raw. Of course writing after studying various poets had an effect each time I wrote. Russian poets, Charles Bukowski, Frank O’Hara, Sharon Olds, etc. etc. I worked with them in Jack Grapes writing classes and now I have a stack of poems, looking for a place to connect with the rest of the world.

Everyone has a pandemic year story. Many are much sadder than mine, some more successful Anybody want to share?