pandemic

I did not find them. They found me. I was on the roof in the late afternoon, trying to fix one of the rotors on Municipal Drone-40. I’ve never been…

The x-ray tech doesn’t drape a lead apron across my body. She doesn’t even fully leave the room. She only tells me to point my toes to the ceiling and…

* * * The Marsh Everything is closed—the stores, the university, the parks, the beach— so I walk the road edging the salt marsh. The waters are out with the…

Although Fred grumbled about Mr. Varga and his make-work projects, he was glad to be kept on as clerk at the Super 88 hotel during the pandemic. Hotels around the…

“Hold on, there’s something you should hear. It isn’t much, but it took all year,” — Jonathan Larson, RENT. March 2020. A mysterious illness flattens me. Never diagnosed. I don’t…

Before we were told to avoid air travel, but after the lines at Costco were thirty people deep, the house finches chose our ledge. Through the window I saw one…

    NICK EARHART lives in Pasadena, California, near Allendale Park. He is writing a dissertation on art, infrastructure, and urban space, and he also likes to draw and play…

Turning to Poetry for Hope during the Pandemic and the Uprising   I am not one to shy away from talking about the limits of poetry. Poetry is many things,…

Image Credit: “Self-Portrait” by Egon Schiele (1911)   After twenty minutes on the phone with Andrew, our friend in L.A., who had just asked “so what’s on your mind lately,”…

“Don’t move.” From the passenger seat behind me, Bryan grabbed my headrest and pulled himself up. “That is one big bug,” he said with excess enthusiasm. “Where?” I whispered. “On top…