The planet is ours again. Hares, squirrels and geese in parks, fish on the shore, (…) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing’s Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.
When my friend Nate was brought into prison two years ago, he wrote me about freedom: something precious that we possess but seldom notice. (…) I wrote this piece to enter Fish Publishing’s Lockdown Prize, where writers were asked to submit pocket prose of up to 100 words on the theme: “Coronavirus – the writer’s response to the strange times of 2020”.
As child very little, wanted to grow So soon so big was, there left and flew free Saw mountains and towns, wild woods and the sea Alone conquered the world, no fright to show From fear unimpeded, life was to go Had even forgotten what love can be Until then Read more…