by Brenda Gunn
I stare at the sock and dust bunny peeking from just far enough under the couch; a solo Cheerio, strayed somehow from the breakfast table almost made it to the line between the kitchen tile and where the hardwood starts. Rebel yell. I renege, surrender, walk away. I have decided all’s fair; rip a page from his playbook and simply refuse to see the obvious Who’s coming over anyway?
Verse for out Times (house arrest haiku)
by Brenda Gunn
Old Hat Quarantine? Stay home? Two words: retired writer My days are unchanged Availability Are heavy duty commercial weigh scales open? No one’s hoarding snacks Measurement My days dawn soft, rise to a gentle boil; climax happily like the Measurement contd dog-eared Harlequin romances my grandmother used to read in bed
by Brenda Gunn
I like and share funny teacher memes and facebook lists from Russian bots that want to know if you remember what a flour sifter is so they can hack your sorry ass. Like they’d get anything out of my over-taxed online shopped-out card(s) and maxed-out line of credit. When I see on the invoice that I bought the same bestseller twice and dropped a bundle on US exchange and shipping paint by number kits and thousand-piece sappy winter-cottage scene jigsaw puzzles I loop Jim Gaffigan stand-up youtube clips and find excuses to get teary-eyed over extended heart-felt soliloquies from front line workers and watch Tik Tok vids of the single guy with the heart of gold who keeps the stray kitten that showed up hungry, mewling at his door. I just want to know where this too-good-to-be-true prince charming do-gooder when I was a much younger, singler crazy cat lady? The feel-good moments are short-lived; barraged anew with trolling negativity, I unfollow Drs. Phil and Oz and that My Pillow Guy and sign virtually every petition posted for increased and streamlined access to and additional doses of vaccine and thank the ice cream gods that no one’s hoarding Haagen-Dazs Sent to us on: February 9, 2021
How will the Coronavirus Pandemic shape storytelling for the years to come?
Calling all Dispatchers!
San Francisco Creative Writing Institute is pleased to announce we were awarded California Arts Council Local Impact Grant!
With support from the California Arts Council, San Francisco Creative Writing Institute will present Dispatches from Quarantine: hybrid storytelling events and writing workshops.
The project is scheduled from January 2023 to August 2023!
We will be broadcasting the public readings and discussions on our youtube channel as well as hosting four creative writing workshops with writers from diverse genres. The project will continue to be interactive as we will encourage viewers/participants to send in their “dispatches” to be published on our blog, keeping it alive as a living document.
We invite you to submit a dispatch:
What is your Covid story? How will you tell it?
You can send submissions in any format to us via email at: All genres will be considered for publication on the blog. firstname.lastname@example.org The theme should be somehow related to this time of Coronavirus. We are particularly interested in posts/ideas/writings from 2022-23.
Submissions can be sent by email to: email@example.com