Michael lives with his lovely wife, Catherine, and still-precocious 17 year-old daughter, Jenetta, in a house with a magnificent Maine Coon (Jill) and two high-spirited Chihuahuas (Coco and Blue). He is an educator (like his wife) residing in the Coachella Valley near Palm Springs, California. Some of his recent poems, either published or included in print anthologies have appeared in the Coachella Review, Pioneertown, Better Than Starbucks, Poetry Pacific, Anti-Heroin Chic, and The Literary Hatchet.
These Are the Days of Covid-19 “We can never have enough of Nature.” –Thoreau
It’s a good time for going green (Nowadays, there’s no dining out), These are the days of covid-19.
Stuck inside of a quarantine (While garden seeds begin to sprout), It’s a good time for going green.
The Op-Ed page is no longer seen (Chalk one up for media drought), These are the Days of Covid-19.
Just like some Dickensian scene, Another family goes without (It’s a good time for going green).
A virulent sheen —unfelt, unseen (The coronavirus spreads throughout). These are the days of Covid-19.
What will all these changes mean, (When it’s over will we go out, Or stay at home and just go green…)?
Hold onto hope like a magic bean and look within, become devout (It’s a good time for going green); These are the days of Covid-19.