my latest work
I really enjoyed working as a general news and crime reporter for The Daily Freeman - my most fun job.
At the same time, I'm still writing essays and poetry, my first love.
I plan to reanimate my blog soon, too.
from Chronogram
Pandemic
Easter and
the Passover are gone.
In isolation, each day
I rise again, my brow
a lintel on which the names
of the dead are written in
light: Mother, father, sister,
brother, husband,
first born son.
In the garden, the Lenten
roses bend toward the earth
and, where last night’s rough wind passed
over them, the tossed cups of daffodils
cluster, unable to hold
a drop.
I do believe Elijah is coming.
The faces of my friends
on Zoom pixilate as they speak
of masks and growing their own potatoes.
How are you, they ask.
I am well.
Yesterday, after the last day
of my last job was done, I longed
to speak to my sister again,
to tell her how it is now, how
her daughter is recovering
from Covid, how
I am filled with grief but also
expectation,
how I walk my solitary drive
where the trees creak and the spring
air rushes to fill the space between
buds, delicate
as alveoli,
how that morning, a bird
sang its love song at my window,
how each night
I leave the door open.
— Celia Watson Seupel