Category: Poetry

Self-Quarantine It’s an improvised reflexive verb denoting something not done reflexively. A kind...

Shelter in Place It’s no go from the get go, strumming a mordant medley from the old days when we...

When the Pandemic arrived I went inside but before I could lock my door a cloud rolled in behind...

The Light in Darkness Even when merely resting just inside the Darkness, So near the Light I could...

Photo by D.J. Gaskin   Today I Pray          Today I pray that the notion of a parallel...

No matter what I do or how much time passes by, I still let it hold me back even when I think I...

’Tis the Season: Best Entertainment Bets There is a nip in the air, a droopy pumpkin on the porch,...

From Above It’s the fiftieth anniversary year of Neil Armstrong’s walk on the moon. “One giant...

Four poems by Bronwyn Mauldin about drought and the environment in The Typescript’s ongoing series of poetry and literature of “These Times.”

IN LINE AT THE STATION WAITING   In line at the station waiting, None of us knows the hour...

The Earth Is Broken Hold the moon in your hands and be careful you don’t drop it it’s very...

Four poems from our ongoing series of poetry for “These Times.”

Visual poetry in the the Typescript’s “These Times” series.

Language is one means of resistance: a tool we have to change the ways that we — and others — perceive the environment and our relations to it. Language is one tool of resistance…

Defenseless I have no defense against August, its unrelenting heat, the mosquito welts on my skin....

Haikus by Dimitar Anakiev, a doctor working for asylum seekers and other displaced people, with...

A spring haiku by Canadian poet John Cull.

Spring Geography Things appear suddenly not new but as they remain left over from the winter for...

  I Dear Allen Ginsberg, I’m staying in the apartment next to your old apartment, number 14,...