Here’s the second of my ten pandemic prose poems. It also featured in the lineup of the Modwordsfest spoken word festival on 11-12 July – thanks to Anna Jordan for that. I don’t think any of us will ever forget where we were when we heard that we were locking down. It’ll be a ‘where were you’ conversation for years to come. I was in a school, and my piece aims to capture the strange joy of that moment.
If you have a spare two minutes, I’d love you to take a look. Many thanks.