Coronavirus has had us all go through some fairly traumatic experiences. I felt it was my duty to document this in a way that only a writer would think of. So here is a Covid-19 inspired poem for your enjoyment. I hope you all find the peace among the hard days. The Sticky Fingers of Summer by Katriona MacMillan It is difficult to describe an absence. The pause of a moment, stretching off down the shady path of the unknown like a one-way-ticket to Route 66. No more than a hiccup in the Wheel of Fortune, as it breaks free to roll off downhill – with us all held hostage inside… and all of us too afraid to scream. I think of it most when I pass by the swing park and the kids are missing. The swings are still or sway in warm lockdown winds, winds that won’t be warm when we get out there again because That’s Just How It Is. The tarmac melts underfoot. The metal on the slide is hot to the touch… but there are no kids in the swing parks. No kids roasting their fi...