The first 9 weeks of quarantine : a video retrospective

1.   COVID VIRUS PLANK

Back in mid March, 2020, I was on fire with vigor and optimism. This shows the transition from the classroom to the backyard spitting of fire by MC FLASHCARD:

2.   STALEY’s EASTER 2020

In early April there was lots of eating and drinking and being miserable, but no weeping. Here’s a trailer from our family Easter festivities:

3.   The Covid-19 Compliment

There came a point in late April 2020 when everybody in my family thought they belonged to the suckiest family in the world. Like we could not even give an honest compliment to each other. See for yourself:

4.   DEAR SENIORS

Then, in late May, my Seniors graduated and I wrote them this poem while suffering mid-grade cabin fever. The weeping had begun–slow at first, then steady:

5.   MAD COWS – MYSTIC PICKLE

My first band was called the Mad Cows. When we started we were in the 10th grade, Montgomery, Alabama. We reunited in the pandemic, and after 9 weeks of work, all we came up with is this.

(WARNING: may contain artistic quality issues):

NIXES MATE REVIEW — NEW POEM UP

I’d like to thank Boston’s NIXES MATE REVIEW for publishing one of my new poems. See the original post here. 

We Don’t Look at Each Other

 

We came to the edge of the forest

to practice the raising of our spirits.

We drove here in reliable vehicles.

We lined them up behind us.

 

A stealth bomber slides

across the sky. I imagine

how thermals feel up

its matte black wings.

I don’t tell the others.

 

One lady raises her open hands

to the damp particles

pumping towards us

from the forest.

She feels the spirit. It’s easy to see.

She jams her hands

back in her pockets

like the rest of us.

 

We’re strangers unkennelled

by irritable attention spans,

dehydrated generosities

and a swirling boredom

with the modern world.

 

Soon we’ll be splashing

gas on the skirt

of this great forest.

Each person will pour

all they’ve got.

 

There’s no sense hurrying

hydrocarbons.

The timer’s set.

 

The headlights at our backs

make it look

like a movie.

Our silhouettes

twitch on the silver

screen of the forest.

 

It’s this last bit of waiting

that burnishes our fear.

The Most Honest Syllable is Shhh now available on Amazon

Tim Staley’s newest chapbook, The Most Honest Syllable is Shhh, is now available from Amazon.

This 32 page collection was originally released in June, 2017, by NightBallet Press out of Cleveland, Ohio.

Here is a poem from this chapbook:

 

My Life and Your Life

 

My life almost feels

like your life.

Your life might be

someplace nearby.

I turn over your life

like a ceiling fan:

on/off off/on

fast/ medium fast/

really fast.

In winter I turn

the other way.

Or is it your life

turning over mine?