Apocalypse dreams day two

by Eric Hayward

Probably all of us have these

I can’t see your skull but I’m pretty sure

there’s a space for the end of the world

built into every human brain, and

of course it opens up wider every night

when all the vessels vasodilate

to shepherd in the floods of bloods

This dream was about the Pope

getting sucked into a sudden

swirling sinkhole in

the center of the sea

The next morning I woke up at 5

to beat the toilet paper lines 

and gather my family 

to plan for catastrophe

Eric Hayward is a professional health care writer and acupuncturist. Like many, he was swept along last April by an early wave of worldwide layoffs. He has since landed upright again, and looking back over the past year’s writings, was surprised by how many of his normally non-topical poems were touched off by the pandemic. Eric writes fiction and poetry from his adopted home in the Twin Cities of Minnesota, where he lives shoulder-to-shoulder with his wife, teenaged children, and a normally out-of-state college student, all of them working and studying from home. Sally Lelong is a visual storyteller working in a variety of media that lend themselves to use in a conceptual framework. She lives and works in New York, and routinely exhibits her work in a variety of settings from print to thematic installations to street art.

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