Spheres | The Quarantine Poems

“The moon begins to blot the sun-lit sky; / one sphere will prevail, and one will die.” The Quarantine Poems is a series of poetry written during the COVID-19 pandemic lockdown, available in text and in audio. The fourth instalment, Spheres, is authored by Liam Atterbury.

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A memoir to my childhood garden

Despite there being more furniture, more nature, higher fences and more people, it feels as though each addition added an extra metre or so. Lazy summer days that merge into one are spent here, finding joy in the rare days where all nine of us come together for an evening.

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Introverts in Covid

At the beginning of tiptoeing through a collapsing, ghost town, society, I was both ashamed and confused by the immediate relief and freedom I felt as soon as lockdown peaked. How could I ever admit that within waves of death, I had become alive?

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In Another Time | The Quarantine Poems

“It seems to me that everything is marked / in the time before / and now” The Quarantine Poems is a series of poetry written during the COVID-19 pandemic lockdown, available in text and audio. The third instalment, In Another Time, is authored by Erin Ammon.

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Pandemic Television: Episodes To Quarantine To

Anyway, I guess we’re all going to die. We’re not, but I wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way. You’re stuck inside while people are literally dying and the government’s response has been objectively terrible. The only thing we can do is bake bread and watch TV.

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The Exchange Rate of Outrage

You’re never going to get a racist on TV, own them, and change their minds. You’re never going to persuade people that racism is, in fact, bad by tweeting a solid burn. Save your outrage, it doesn’t work. Don’t tweet about them, don’t click articles about them, don’t watch videos where they’re spewing their bile, just ignore them.

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The Midnight Curse

For four years, the curse had endured and none knew where it had begun. Carolina swung her eyes back towards the town streets; very few people were outdoors and the dust swirled in low curls over the cobbles. Torches and lamps were snubbed out - the town had kept to a schedule of time, which included when to sleep, if only to maintain a routine.

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