Tag: covid-19

• All the things a smile could say

  All the things a smile could say could also be said with the eyes.  i’ve heard people say that they try toreplace their smilewith a hand gesture, but that turns out to be an awkwardunderstanding, one which only the person performing the gesture actually understands. Most say they use words to replace a smile. Though, words…

  Daniel Flosi

  11/04/2020

  coronavirus, Poetry, Uncategorized

  American, communication, coronavirus, covid-19, language, masks, poem, Poetry

• Virus Dreaming

  I woke up writing a poem. It might have been a continuation of my dreaming, though, because I had taken out a newspaper advert to write a short two column by six inch persona poem for the Virus. If the Virus had a voice, what accent would I give it? Suddenly a locomotive of a…

  Daniel Flosi

  28/03/2020

  Poetry

  American, coronavirus, covid-19, fear, life, persona, poem, Poetry

• Self-isolating

  Self-isolating with your hands pressed together it’s hard to know where one hand ends and the other begins, impossible even. with the National Guard deployed to three different states, to your state, it’s difficult to tell if what’s normal here is normal there. impossible even. it’s too easy to want to hunker down with some…

  Daniel Flosi

  23/03/2020

  coronavirus, Poetry

  American, coronavirus, covid-19, life, poem, Poetry, self-isolating, social distancing

• In the Neighborhoods

  Driving through this ghost town, no lights on in the windows. No Delivery trucks on the streets. A pair of homeless walk their bikes With packs and gear slung over shoulder, on handlebars, packs slouching over seats. I woke up this morning thinking about how I’ve always considered myself On the outside looking in. Which…

  Daniel Flosi

  19/03/2020

  Poetry

  American, coronavirus, covid-19, economy, home, life, poem, Poetry, quarantine

• Greetings from WashYourHandsingTon State

  You certainly can feel it in the air now, each one of us a tesla tower pulling concern from the sky.Some say it’s too much worry, others not enough. At the grocery store we briefly make eye contact and you know it’s on their minds as well— Nobody says a thing, and when somebody does, it’s…

  Daniel Flosi

  09/03/2020

  Poetry

  capitalism, coronavirus, covid-19, health, life, poem, Poetry, Washington, work ethic