By Carolyn Sandoval,Â Chloe Cassidy,Â Donna Hoke,Â Jeffrey K. Johnson
Reader-submitted stories of the COVID-19 pandemic, in no more than 100 words. Read past stories here. Submit your own here.
Itâ€™s been nearly four years since weâ€™ve felt such extremes. Anxiety. Stupidity. Complacency. Fear. Death. Anxiety. Complacency. Fear. Death. This should have been different. This should not have created divides between â€œthis is really inconvenientâ€ and â€œI just lost a son and husband,â€ between sold out shallots and sold out sympathy cards. Weâ€™re beyond fractured. There is gnawing fear of exposure but clawing fear of what has been exposed. And staying inside becomes not just sheltering in place, but also sheltering from the divide, sheltering in the only stillness.
â€” Donna Hoke (East Amherst, New York)
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NO HEROES HERE
Shelter in place, Iâ€™m told. COVID-19 is here. I button up my stiff white dress shirt and throw on a muted-color suit. Iâ€™m one of the privileged few that get to leave the house every day. Iâ€™m one of the people they donâ€™t talk about on the news. In a footnote maybe, they mention the number of deaths. They never mention me. I am on the frontlines but donâ€™t qualify for hero status. Iâ€™m called. I respond. I am always responding. At least I have N95 masks now. I may have been exposed. I could be next.
â€” Jeffrey K. Johnson (Pineville, Louisiana)
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â€œHave a good day,â€ I tell my partner as I kiss her goodbye and head to work in the makeshift office in the dining room downstairs. I am grateful that itâ€™s my day to Zoom all day where the comfortable office chair is located. Achy from weeks of staring at my computer screen, filled with my colleaguesâ€™ faces (and their pets and kids in the background on good days), I settle in and breathe a sigh of gratitude for the privilege of working alongside inspiring people, and within reach of hummingbirds and blooms that hang out on the patio.
â€” Carolyn Sandoval (Solana Beach, California)
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ODE TO GAIA
She is healing, but she needs our help. Her body has been ravaged by bushfires so furious they left her hollow. Floods of emotion swept through her outer edges, and afterwards burnt remnants of the fires washed up onto the shores. I discovered these fragile pieces left to slowly weather away, as the passers-by are now kept at a distance. I tend to the pieces as if I can mend and heal each through repair and reverie. The pieces are renewed. They awaken the senses once more. Gaia is beginning again. We are all in stages of healing.
â€” Chloe Cassidy (Sydney, NSW, Australia)
(Top photo: Healing and reverie.)
This series is edited byÂ Thomas Peterson. One of the editors of Artists & Climate Change, he is also a theatre director and researcher whose work focuses on the climate crisis.
Artists and Climate Change is a blog that tracks artistic responses from all disciplines to the problem of climate change. It is both a study about what is being done, and a resource for anyone interested in the subject. Art has the power to reframe the conversation about our environmental crisis so it is inclusive, constructive, and conducive to action. Art can, and should, shape our values and behavior so we are better equipped to face the formidable challenge in front of us.
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