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Dispatch #086

Village Talk by Mj Pramik Posted May 13, 2020 I’d like to slap that smirk right off Paul Hudson’s face! Didn’t his friggin mother teach him some morals?! Sneering Paul thinks he’s a big shit! He’s CEO of Sanofi, the gigamondous drug maker. He says any vaccine jerririgged in HIS manufacturing facility in the United…

Dispatch #085

HOW TO BE HUMAN – Letting Go by Elisa Stancil From the early days of this sea change April 2020 Yesterday a package arrived from China, elastic I sourced from Etsy months ago. Upon opening the package thirty-one individually sealed, single use surgical masks cascaded out, along with many yards of flat elastic. Kindness from…

Dispatch #084

So Long to a Sorry Year by Barbara Kazdan I feel blah. Not sad. Not anything. Think I’ve depleted my reserve of good cheer. Which for me is saying a lot. All through the quiet, solitary days of 2020 I’ve been unreasonably resilient. Even when day after day my only contact with family, friends –…

Dispatch #083

Third Wave 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…

Dispatch #082

Dispatches Update By Alexandra Kostoulas Well, dear readers. Here I am. Back again after a long hiatus.  I keep not adding to this blog. Keep hoping that the pandemic will be over and I will be finally able to categorize it in my mind as a stand-alone story with a beginning, a middle and an…

Dispatch #081

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 air, from book or doorknob, newspaper or broccoli, the errant cell calling to your lungs. Those hands, lathered, rinsed, laundry hung out in…

Dispatch #080

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. We’ve got to empty the subway to disinfect the cars. That’s the only way we can control the Wuhan Virus. We don’t want…

We Were Awarded a California Arts Council Local Impact Grant

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 turned hybrid performance series of literary events and workshops that attempt to answer the question: How will Covid-19 affect storytelling for the years to…

Dispatch #079

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 poured whiskey shots Now y’all gotta listen, stay home for the Karma Inquisition. Two golden girls sat by the window anxiety chainsmoking someone…

Dispatch #078

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 Reflecting Pool to honor the then 400,000 Americans* who died of Covid during the pandemic. It’s such a huge number and the fact…

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