In the midst of a global pandemic, mounting injustice, and loss, there is a feeling of sorrow piling upon sorrow; of control over the occurrences of the everyday slipping from our fingers; of helplessness and rage.
This week, I wanted to give you poems that speak to this feeling of being out of control, to shift it and tilt it and show you each facet. Sometimes, yes, losing control is a vanquishing feeling, but sometimes, it’s in the relinquishing of control that we find clarity. Jason Love, Ivan Ruccione, Carly Dudek, Mia Ochoa, and AR Salandy have given us poems that shed control from its shoulders, that relish in the loss of it, and that mourn in its absence.