A Plate of Pandemic
Published Quarterly on the Solstices and Equinoxes
Creativity in Times of Crisis
I was probably done with the lemming herd long before the corona bug hit, but still captive to the mandatory American myth of communal technological bliss, even as a seditious wild current coursed within me. That dark current bided its
Bobby took in everything with those startling, blue eyes; he was only three and a half when we drove from Botswana to South Africa to see a Rugby game. My husband Jason had received word from the authorities that he
To smell of something other than sweat and body odor is an important social obligation. This doesn’t suit me very well, living as I do in a rusted-out VW in the middle of the Arizona desert. The VW is great
Twenty minutes before Richard witnessed the woman in the Toyota clobber her kid, he suddenly realized that he’d fallen behind in his sanitation duties. What. A. Dick in a Box. What. A. Dr. Dickenstein! It was nearly closing
Friends: I think now is a great time to start maintaining a journal if you don’t already. Write down what this feels like, what your days look like, the kids at home, the lines at the stores, the empty freeways
The Blind used to be a neighborhood bar in this far northern town at the edge of the world. And because of that, the interior had to rock. It had to be a place where people who inhabit the
A hailstorm, damnit. That’s what it feels like. “Paging Allison Frame to Admitting”—oh, I dare you to page me again, Jessalyn. You work reception; receive something. I’ll decide when I come back there and you’ll stop paging me. Because this
2020-2021, Istanbul, Turkey, Earth I wake up from a deep nap, refreshed and renewed. Immediately check the time. It is almost 6 o’clock. At 8, the second lock-down will begin. I have two hours sharp. So sharp that