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Your daily dose of levity: House Arrest poetry; MNEK quarantine slow jams

Every day, we’re sharing what we’re reading, watching, doing and listening to … the things that bring levity to our own lives. We’ll also share random things we’re talking about, laughing about and smiling about on social media, in pop culture and beyond. We encourage you to share your daily sources of levity with us in the comments or on social media.
Today…
Long-time St. Petian and Poynter Institute staple Roy Peter Clark pens a poem for quarantine
In the most Roy Peter Clark fashion possible, one of our favorite local writers/writing teachers writes a poem for the age of coronavirus. We think you’ll enjoy it.
I feel the pounding beat of house arrest,
A sentence that we serve til who knows when.
We do what all our wardens think is best,
And face a viral ban we hope to bend.
We’re stuck at home except to take a walk
Where seagulls croak their freedom overhead.
My wife and I, we talk and talk and talk.
I think “divorce” but that joke’s left unsaid.
We live in times as fickle as the moon
Who grins at us with all his pals, the stars.
What month is this? Now April, May or June?
My God, please let them open up the bars.
Pandemics are not so so bad, I think.
I hug my toilet paper, pour a drink.
British artist MNEK’s Instagram slow jams
What does a songwriter do when stuck indoors? Make music of course. Uzoechi Osisioma “Uzo” Emenike, a British songwriter known professionally as MNEK, is writing a capella songs about the pandemic and accompanying himself in brilliant Instagram videos. Warning: These songs are serious ear worms. You’ll be singing them for days.
This first one: Stay Your Ass Indoors
Followed by… I Can’t Let the Virus Spread
