Crossing COVID Bay
I read a wife’s “how to” account of driving across the country
while keeping coronavirus at bay.
I heed her advice, as if packing to cross the Oregon Trail --
ice chest, water bottles, granola bars, cheese sticks, fruit,
tissues, sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, body wipes, face masks.
After 163 days trapped in the Panhandle,
my husband and I venture a hundred miles to ferry across Mobile Bay.
Leaving town, we drop our mail-in ballots in the post office slot.
Safer to risk losing our votes than to catch COVID-19 casting them.
The toll gate attendant slides a six-foot board with a clip
into our car window, snagging our credit card. Cash not accepted.
Orange vests, black gloves, and blue rayon face masks
wave us aboard the Dauphin Island ferry.
Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee vehicles rumble on behind.
The Marissa Mae Nicole slips into the bay, catching the breeze.
Passengers, one by one, tenuously escape their transport,
and raise their faces high into the wind, unfettered, free.
A face mask slips from a passenger’s pocket, quickly stuffed back in.
Riding atop gray-bay waters guarded by the past, Fort Gaines and Fort Morgan,
I stand on deck where President Obama once stood.
Gliding past oil platforms, caught between the past and the future,
I throw caution to the wind with a boatload of refugees on a half-hour crossing.
Life in the Time of CoronaWithin weeks after March 11, 2020 World Health Organization’s declaration of COVID-19 as a pandemic, West Florida Literary Federation offered its writers a catharsis. By April, regional writers were submitting words and images to preserve this time in history. The ongoing project began with Phase I, a special edition of The Legend published in May. It featured more than thirty juried submissions. Life in the Time of Corona continues with Phase II, updated as submissions are accepted. Here are the voices of health care workers, poets, essayists, historians, and the images of artists and photographers, documenting this time in Northwest Florida's history. The ongoing project ends with the advent of a vaccine or declaration by the World Health Organization.
Social Distancing at Johnson's Beach
Six Feet Apart
The Last Haircut
The Passage to Paradise
When Hammock Becomes Mask
ProseRiding Out a Hurricane in a Pandemic
To Butt in or Not
Bends and Turns
Pandemic Pen Pals
Prayer to The Theotokos
Grieving Loss of Many Kinds
Why Wear Masks?
COVID 19 Sidewalk Chalk 4-16-2020
View from Within
The Enigma of Deadman’s Island
In the Kitchen with Andrea, Corona, the Dalai Lama, and Archbishop Tutu
Meditations on the Coronavirus
Life in the Time, Again, of Pandemic
PoetryOnly 2 Things
A Muted Life
America is on Life Support; Prognosis Poor
Crossing COVID Bay
Next Week’s Plans
A View of the Stars
Some Inland Curse
From My Soul To Yours
Eating the Mango
Blindly It Slays Thee
Death in the Time of Corona
What to Do
The Earth Lives On
COVID-19 from the Beginning
Let This Scourge Pass
Earth Day, 2020
Old School Dream
Chronicle of Fools
Ghost of COVID-19
The Year of the Virus
The Mask III
Behind the Mask
Short FictionPassage to Paradise
Mardi Gras Queen
The LegendThe Legend Special Edition Life in the Time of Corona