Olan Lus
Winter 2026 | Poetry
Plandemic, She Wrote
does it matter
when ice rinks become morgues?
the more we remind people
we are human beings not machines
the more I remind myself
being a bitch
is how the small
survive in this world
ah unprecedented times
here we are again
making crossword poems
together:
a virus and two eclipses
luck chance accidents
doctor becomes patient
a cat sits in on class
clap for essential workers
at 6, then turn on Netflix
how to word tragedy in such a way
it can be liked on social media?
(and other modern dilemmas)
The New American Dream:
to be a crisis hero
(a kind of minor celebrity)
automation steals jobs so
tip only in cash
Olan Lus writes in North America. No MFA, just pencil. olanlus@mf.me