REALITIES OF WALKING INTO THE NEW AGE OF THE NEW NORMAL: Writing my paradoxical eulogy for the year 2020 (A Personal Essay by Mbizo CHIRASHA)


The dawn of 2020 rose   with rays of promise alongside a dark cloud pregnant with the   iron wind .The life sapping and hope scorching iron wind perilously strangled every corner of this our earth of God. It ruthlessly  unleashed  wings of death onto  the  brave- land, America , into the oil sodden sand dunes of Persian Gulf  to the dreamlands of  South America , Trinidad and Tobago  , Naracargua and  unto the rice fields  of the great  Mahatma Gandi ,  the supreme land of India  up to the vast rainforests of the Amazon basin , the Brazil  . It raved through the British Columbia .The dark cloud and the heavy wind screeched their fart into the holy valleys of Jerusalem, the land of promise into Teleaviv and Gaza Strip.  The Iron Wind skidded to a sudden halt in city squares of land that was once ruled by the iron fist of authoritarian fascist Benito Mussolini, into the Roman Catholic capital of Vatican, Italy. Pakistan and Palestine were not spared either, by the virulent Iron Wind. Then into Africa North of Sahara and Africa South of Sahara.

WordCity Monthly, November 2020 Issue3


Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it.-Gustave Flaubert I wrote what will follow before the election in the United States was called for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. I'm tempted to delete and replace it with nothing more than this quote … Continue reading WordCity Monthly, November 2020 Issue3