Dearest Poets,
Surreal times for our present poetic adventure. Standing in the backyard, my lungs ached as I swallowed gulps of Saharan desert air, lingering in the dusky gold Texas sky. “Stay Home,” read the public safety alert blaring from my cell phone. “COVID-19 threat is elevated to LEVEL 1(RED)…The virus is spreading rapidly across the county.”
Excellent time to stay in and write poetry! This will be my 5th poetic journey with the motley 24-hour Poetry Marathon crew. Oh how I have missed it! I skipped last year during my escape from California to Texas and it left a hole in my soul. Thankful to be back amidst the chaos of 2020. Looking forward to meeting all the brave and beautiful people joining in the madness this year. It’s always a wild ride. Feel free to reach out if you need someone to keep you going in the wee hours. 3:52 AM can be a dangerous time. It’s when the gold dust dreams whisper and cackle.
– Bia
It’s with you in Texas with the same Covid message, Bia! Strange times call for even stranger poetry! Houston here. Hope it’s not as hot where you are.
Hey!! I’m a bit North of Houston in Tomball. It’s been a strange day. Like a sauna earlier, but now there’s a teeny cool breeze. Glad to meet you! 🙂