John Kennedy

What is my name?

What is my name? By John. D. Kennedy The dark and numbing years from this pandemic, unraveled to a wheezing, imperceptible end. A strange sense of returned normality to a life that lived and died before COVID19, began to spin its unrelenting gears. Compressed and widespread glittering booms, of mask-less commuters in a broken chaos of words and honks, polluted the airline filled skies.