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Journal of the Plague Year

Journal of the Plague Year is an ambitious new online journal that seems to have been birthed fully formed in response to current events. I am honored to have been invited to submit my found poems and to have two selected for publication.

found poem: alone

found poem: precarious

found poem: the solution

found poem: The world’s

found poem: hope

found poem: how to move forward

found poem: evaluate

found poem: But, if you…

found poem: I saw May

Pendemic

Pendemic is an online journal out of Ireland, created to share new writing in response to Coronavirus disease (COVID-19). I’m very pleased that they’ve published three of my recent found poems.

found poem: between

found poem: in the world

found poem: our afternoons

found poem: holed up

found poem: your very nose

poem

The evolution

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 a dust storm, dragged back in,
washed again. And your face, itching, yearning

for them, abandoned lover. Later, the air itself
became suspect and you held your breath on the trail,

in the grocery store, at the mailbox. Yet, shocked
by your isolation, your fear of contamination,

you came to enjoy the whims of unstructured days,
the naps and chickadees and jigsaw puzzles.

You called old friends, cleaned cupboards, ticked tasks
off your list, learned new technology. You had

no passport, no visa for the country called the future.
The microorganism would stamp your documents,

or not. So you gardened as if someone else
might harvest the beautiful purple peapods,

the lettuce, even the sudden radishes.
And then, as predictions became less dire,

you discovered a new fear:
that life would return to normal.

© J.I. Kleinberg

found poem: people

found poem: simulating

found poem: The problem

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