What Rough Beast | Covid-19 Edition | 05 11 20 | Martha McCollough

Martha McCollough
Plague Diary

I’m living by owl’s hours
nowhere to be but
this bed my workshop

who can think in the dark
or love a morning grey
with threat of late snow

still the peepers are about
their frantic business
as in other springs

outside the back door
a disheveled garden springs
up of its own sweet will

—Submitted on 

Martha McCollough‘s a poems and videopoems have appeared or are forthcoming in Radar, Tammy, Pangyrus, Barrelhouse, Salamander, Triquarterly, Datableed, Atticus Review, and other journals. She holds an MFA in painting from Pratt Institute, and lives in Amherst, Mass.

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