Thank you to Editor Glory Sasikala of GloMag for publishing my poem in the April Issue of GloMag.

The Platform of Isolation

An afternoon of tea and biscuits,

staring into the floret of a flame,

the smell of ozone

and anonymous newscasters drone,

in this dark and silent time.

In all minds,

mankind is planning how to

refashion themselves from the grave

while the insistent chill of December’s pale light

reminds us that the end

will always come with fire or harps,

and we won’t have long to wait.