
The evolution, April by J.I. Kleinberg For a while, in the first months of the pandemic, you feared your hands: that they might be the engine of your destruction, grab from the […]
The evolution, April by J.I. Kleinberg For a while, in the first months of the pandemic, you feared your hands: that they might be the engine of your destruction, grab from the […]
The Revolt of the Homeless by Gary Beck The young patrol officer and the tired, cynical Sergeant slowly herded the homeless off the subway car. The young officer kept saying: “C’mon guys. […]
Dear Readers, I’m pleased to announce that San Francisco Creative Writing Institute just received a Local Impact Award from the California Arts Council. State funds will support Dispatches from Quarantine: A literary blog […]
The Waiting Room by K.R. Morrison Sleeping awake in dream, I visited the waiting room of those always socially distanced One crew of ancestor slaves baked a cake for Saturn laughing they […]
Hallelujah by Rowena Choy Henry On the night before his inauguration I watched President-elect Biden and his wife and Vice President-elect Harris and her husband attend a ceremony at the Lincoln Memorial […]
Shadow by Mir Yashar Seyedbagheri Phil sees his shadow. I see shadows too. Older sisters, mothers, smiles, and hugs over Zoom. Shadows of I-love-yous, words crackling, and promises to see each other […]
Winter 2021 Alien Nations by Gerard Sarnat i. Otherness Plague tanka Entering Year II, mid-septuagenarian’s grown weary spending precious time sequestered — not hugging/ kissing loved, dying. * ii. West […]
Bald Rapunzel by Robert E. Petras Me—leaning over the balcony, Confined for a 14-day sentence To the garage apartment, Found guilty by nose swab, The negative positive of these times. My […]
Ghosts by Rowena Choy Henry At the beginning of the pandemic in New York City I felt a searing sense of deja vu when I heard the stories shared by the nurses […]
THE GUITAR MAN IN QUARANTINE by John Grey I’m wary of doorknobs and the breath of others but this wood I’d trust with my life. I’m nervous putting my hands most places […]
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