by Jennifer Jolivert I lie bed, my silenced phone face down on the nightstand beside me. Endless chatter, emotions, decisions halted by...

by Mila Tamminga I want to be utterly unknowing, uncertain, showing up with no promises made, recklessly scared and fearsomely...

by Ralph St. Luce Most poverty is relative. There is a lot of relative poverty in this place. Soon, those with much will be at the same...

by Thomas Sommers The more I live inside, the more I live inside my phone. Applications have become brief vacations. Not to the beach,...

by Emily Shea No I don’t want to get up for a walk Of course you do No I don’t want to wear a face mask in public I’m invincible Well now...

by Emily Shea I hope you are successful, Gov. Cuomo For let me tell you The first wave, destructive as it is It is nothing compared to...

by Jose Saucedo How do you define meaning? I don't know what “logotherapy” means but I can get behind what Frankl has to say. COVID takes...

by Kirsten Sandgren Flowers sprang up overnight in the tree outside of our house There must have been buds That crept along these past...

by Ethan Samet-Marram Lillith’s Bat Mitzvah in Westchester was doomed. After months of preparation in Hebrew, studying the Torah and...

by Monique Sager To my patients, I have failed you by sitting on my couch and watching Netflix. We were told we were courageous, heroes...

by Cheyanne Rivera Hi Abuela, did your groceries arrive? Oh yes, thank you for having those delivered, cariño. No problem. I love you....

by Canada Montgomery On March 31st, my sixteen-year-old brother texted me: Canada would the Coronavirus affect me badly because I have...

by Victoria Moffitt I thought I would sit in the sun on my roof but the air out there was choked with tiny green bugs, unseen from just...

by EB Messineo That your cookies be soft, your bacon crispy, and your Lays: more chip than air. That your front room be ever filled with...

by Emily Lawrence My child finds the smallest things and puts them in his mouth. A crumble of brick Speck of soil A tiny spider What kind...

by Samantha Kisare Breathlessness and tightened chests Being short of breath It’s nothing new Between broken homes, broken bodies Broken...

by Jason Kaufman Now has been a time of euphemisms. We depend on adjectives -- “these unpredictable times,” “these challenging times” --...

by Jennifer Jolivert Endlessly moving, “Stop” feels like a backwards force Braking battered bones. People are dying. What the hell do I...

by Jeanne Farnan Day one So much has changed Yesterday the email saying Everything has changed Day thirty two, or was it three? Today I...

by Lake Walsh I help my dad upstairs. I hold my hand on the small of his back. I wait at the door as he gets out his keys. It takes a...