At the last family zoom meeting, I asked my 8 year old great niece, “Why are you wearing a mask?” She flitted about the family furniture, jumping over her 11 year old brother, prone, propped chin in his palms, in deep lethargy, staring at the…

An exhausted afternoon sun strikes lethargy In a stifling thick air of the summer cottage A tired fan groans as it makes yet another Circle midair in the dense heat. Fumes rise from the bottle of need Putrid, rancid, and plain old strange My head…

A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold…

Heat fills the room, Almost visibly, Passing through every item On its way. Changing Their core being, Inducing lethargy. The open window Is not sufficient In this strange city, Making one long for Treelines in the distance Instead of vehicles That keep zoming past.

O my dear how I miss thee. I miss my companion to tell my inner most feelings to. I miss my partner in crime to tackle life’s challenges with. I miss the love that we felt and the affection we shared. O my dear how…

It was a strange magical evening, the fireflies danced with the stars. Flitting just with in the treeline, they zoomed around the cottage. The nightly heat filled us with lethargy; our young bodies glistening in the dark. Holding tight to empty porridge bottles, waiting, in…

I pull myself from my lethargy Curled in the bed of my cottage The morning is cold I can see the mist on the treeline Through the bedroom window The wine bottle on the porch Lights with the last firefly of the evening Leaving to…

Fireflies dance in the trees. I climb branch by branch trying to catch them. They would fly just out of my reach and I’d lean back to watch. Up here, the world is far away. I can escape and enjoy the view. My parents’ cottage…

My lion spirit roars releasing dancing flames like a light house guiding those around me through storms It rejoices in gratitude for the gift of sweet oxygen breathed out by my arbol brethren Each enhale enhances connections to ancestors answering unasked questions Alleluia for revelations…

The Butterfly Effect Tomorrow, for the first time in four months, I am allowed to see my parents inside, in their natural habitat of the care home. They have been well cocooned, the doors firmly closed to keep out the invisible threat at bay. I…