Poems in a Pandemic: Students at CNW respond
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COVIDeo Diaries #1: TESTING TIMES, by Lauren Valensky

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2020, by Alice Barron-Eaves

  2020 We must still wake and rise as we usually do put on our best faces our best graces and look out to a world we may not wish to we must hold in our dreams and make new ones hold onto our heads and forge a new smile even bolder than our last […]

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Lockdown, by Beatrice Bacon

  Lockdown It’s you and the view of the lamp posts, the pressed pavements and windows, clamped cars and drains that have stopped swallowing city sewage. It’s you in the toilet taking decadent minutes to stare at soap in the cupboard of the mirror—you think of what you’re yet to examine in your bathroom. In […]

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Still Changing, by Jennifer Nuttall

Still Changing When the government told us to stay in our homes I grew bricks for feet. I watched each day unfold through spyhole eyes. Outside of myself was a world seemingly slowed to only a glass-portioned sun moving shadows across empty streets, and the sound of sirens just beyond my periphery. My mind was […]

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Yoga with Kassandra, Nina Reljić

Yoga with Kassandra Some thoughts weigh enough to throw a body off balance e.g. fearing life touched by death, the spit of life which carries death, the grease of life, the talk of it. Kassandra’s face on my screen is hardly real, she has the stretch of gum while I am a mesh of nerves […]

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Inside, by Adrienne Elliott-Wilkinson

Inside Thumping against the wall I think it’s a washing machine the sound of life going on outside of the body, the sound of a washing machine or maybe — you couldn’t call it lovemaking — Kate Bush in the background: washing machine jumping jacks? Life is going on above the shopfronts in the empty […]

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Doll Heads, by Javier Fedrick

Doll Heads To amuse ourselves during quarantine, we set to work on all your old dolls, scalping each straw-haired head and packing it with dirt. We were left with a crowd of carved grins, middle-distance eyes and open minds, which, together, we filled with thyme, and basil, and childish cress— burying the seeds like fists […]

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Homecoming, by Bethany Barker

  homecoming we’re back here where we started, a pair of salty whelks born by the sea. the beach is vast and quiet. we talk about our escape, about how we dreamed of drifting and washing up like debris, someplace new. we wanted to hide from mismatched lights lining the water’s edge, where dark waves […]

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Without Us, by Meena Sears

  Without Us The shiny wooden floor is unusually clean for a Tuesday afternoon. No dropped broccoli nor puddles of custard decorate its surface. All the folding tables are lined up along the edges of the room Like soldiers in the trenches waiting for the command. Outside the only whistle to be heard is that […]

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