Tag: covid 19
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Can I Crash?
Spray and wipe the couch Spread the sheet and then to sleep Warmest place so far
G. Pearson
anxiety, Arizona, California, charity, compassion, couch surfing, covid 19, Daily Poetry, daily writing, depression, desperate, drinking, earthly pleasures, emotional, faith, Fiction, generosity, haiku, homeless problem, homelessness, life and death, loneliness, Micro Poetry, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, sloth, stress, Writing -
Boo Hoo/ Cut & Dry
“‘S’cuse me ma’am. I’m lost. I can’t find grandpa nowhere.” “Funeral room five.”
G. Pearson
anxiety, comedy, covid, covid 19, daily haiku, Daily Poetry, daily writing, death, drinking, emotional, Fiction, funeral, haiku, hell, Hiatus, holy bible, life and death, life lessons, loneliness, memories, Micro Poetry, nature, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, sad, short story, tragedy, tragic, Writing -
Would Old Posts Die Out
Should beasts eat their tail! Venom… years later, at will Old posts… not yet dead
G. Pearson
art, art and artist, art theory, art v artist, art vs artist, cancel culture, cause and effect, Censorship, comedy, covid 19, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, Dave Chappelle, Facebook, freedom of speech, gpoy, haiku, inspiration, Joe Rogan, life lessons, life of a writer, metaphor, Micro Poetry, nostalgia, pandemic, poem, Poem Of The Day, puzzles, repost, self-help, self-improvement, short story, Social Media, Spotify, tumblr, Twitter, Writing -
Mochi Will Cry
(At the end of the 8 page dog boarding packet) In two (2) sentences only!!!!!! tell us about your dog: Hello I’m so sorry, but I have to warn you, you cannot raise your voice above a firm ‘calling to’ at my dog because if you do he will cry incessantly and it sounds so…
G. Pearson
aging, animal writing, cause and effect, chihuahua, comedy, covid, covid 19, daily writing, destress, doggy daycare, life of a writer, memories, memory loss, mochi, moms of dogs, mood board, nature, needy pets, nostalgia, pandemic, pet boarding, pet owners, pets, self-help, short story, sloth, social distance, stress, terrier dogs, Twitter, Writing, writing prompt -
So Normally
Now I am supposed to grip your hand back Otherwise you’ll try checking my pulse Be alive. Stay present. I was supposed to lean against you but splashed Slurpee in your frozen lap and now you’re bluish How long was I squeezing your hand? Like a doula, you let me realize when the nerves were…
G. Pearson
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The Few Bushes on Fire
Had I known there would be arguing, I would have stayed indoors. To be fair, it hadn’t quite been sanctioned by the governor for us to be out at all. At least not in our state. All uncovered and in close quarterers, seeking answers. Arizona was still practicing a far from heroic form of social…
Pearson Pivot 