Thank you for visiting my blog. It’s another scary day in Florida. The Coronavirus has dug into our collective skin like a tick. Some days I fear we’ll never escape this pandemic. Like some of the characters in my recent play, Ain’t It a Shame, who feel trapped in high school, I fear I won’t escape the plague.
Ace Jackson, a character in the three-act play, speaks in the form of blackjack poems. Blackjack poems are twenty-one syllable poems of three lines. Each line has seven syllables.
Don’t bet your bottom dollar.
No one escapes from high school.
Don’t even bother trying.
What do you fear you won’t escape? Write a twenty-one syllable blackjack poem and share it on Facebook or a poetry site. Thank you.