Pandemic Poetry, because why not. mdaviesostrom Uncategorized January 5, 2022January 5, 2022 1 Minute Changing Pandemic anxiety has me wrapped in layer upon layer of fearful silk. Every variant, every loss, every rage-inducing government miss-step and ableist, selfish, anti-vaxx/anti-mask asshole adds another layer. Someday I’ll emerge… but I don’t know when or as what. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by mdaviesostrom I’m a Canadian author with a particular penchant for horror, urban fantasy, and apocalyptic fiction…or, given my druthers, some weird and wonderful combination of all three. View all posts by mdaviesostrom Published January 5, 2022January 5, 2022