I've been doing 2 writing groups since the pandemic started: a Zoom (weekly) for poetry only, with about 6 or so attending each session on average and a biweekly (on some other server, since the moderator has a business account he can use; I think it's Web-X, similar to Zoom) for any type of writing, usually every other week, which generally has about 4 people on average. They're generally 1-2 hours apiece.
If anyone's interested, at the beginning of the pandemic, around early March, it generated for me a series of ten haiku [5-7-5 syllables] which, for me, exemplified the otherworldly/helpless feeling I (and many others, I'm told) was experiencing. You have my permission (in fact, encouragement) to share them with whomever you'd like. I would welcome feedback, as well.. I've written a number of other poems as well during this time period - which I'd also be happy to share, if you or anyone else is interested - but for now I'll just send you the haiku, since they seem more significant/pertinent to our circumstances. My email address is https://rcfchess@optonline.net
I wish you and your family well, and let us all pray for the return of at least some sanity in November...
Haiku for the Modern World
Life was much simpler
when we didn’t have to plan
how we would not die
Relativity
It was a good day.
We did lots of laundry and
neither of us died.
New Rules
There is no such thing
as your being too careful.
You have to survive.
Deceptive
The world looks the same
but then when I look closer:
fear in people’s eyes
Question
I love you so much
but with this disease will you
be here tomorrow?
Unwelcome answer
Always wondering
how I was going to die
now I think I know
Social Distancing
Topsy-turvy world:
whether you live may hinge on
someone being near
Dead Dawn
When I woke up I
did not know that it would be
the apocalypse
Wonder
What would Spring look like
If there weren’t all these masks
hiding the beauty?