poetry – "A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022

When I Was 10

Girl #1 – Me The day the bleeding started I was almost 11. I was at a swim meet with other 4th, 5th and 6th

NOTE: In early May of 2022 a draft of Supreme Court Justice Alito’s upcoming decision to overturn Roe v. Wade was leaked to the public.

Last night I dreamt I met J-Lo She was in a bodega Disguised as a normal person Buying some water I walked up to her

It has been several months since I’ve posted, preceded by months of irregular scribblings. The year 2020 was a shocker and downer for so many

This is what life does in the middle of a global pandemic: It places Temptation right smack dab in my path. Our eyes meet on

I posted this poem days ago. And then a few nights later I read it out loud to a group of fellow “creatives” (they did

What is this uproar Of “All Lives Matter”? As if all of them ever did? As if those first white-faced arrivals Cared about the natives

Not a poem, really. More like a stream of consciousness… He was alive on Mother’s Day. Did he already know? Was a plan in motion?

This beautiful poem, entitled “Pandemic,” somehow landed in my inbox. As I read it, I found myself taking a deep, cleansing breath. Actually, a few.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You

The 3 of us, my first sisterhood: I was 7 and 9 when Camelia and then Claudia (we called her “Nikki”) joined the family. I

I WORRIED I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was

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