Mr. Covid Head (1962)





I met this creature in 1962 whose face appeared in my second story bedroom window when I was only seven. My brother Rich and I shared a bedroom together, and he was only five at the time.

Anyway, Rich woke up and we had a funky chat with this creature. We talked about all sorts of weirdness. At one point, the creature said, “My name is Mr. Covid Head and I have come to warn you: Get yourselves a jab, boys.” We really didn’t know what he was talking about.

Later on, quite a few years later, Rich told me that it was a crazy-weird thing meeting Mr. Head. We had never mentioned the experience to anyone since it had happened, not to each other or even our parents.

So here we are, a couple guys in our 60s. Vaccinated and everything. Now I wonder if Mr. Head will ever show up again and say something like “I’m glad you boys got the jab” That would be pretty cool. Rich and I both think it would be crazy-cool to Meet Mr. Head again.





How Long the Winter Lasts

Logan Rose is a 13-year-old who is homeschooled in Michigan and loves creative writing. I was his instructor in a course titled Ancient Civilizations (Literature), at Coram Deo Academics, a homeschooling co-op, over the past two semesters. Logan is the first place winner of our class poetry contest this year for his poem titled “How Long the Winter Lasts.” Congratulations to Logan!

How Long the Winter Lasts

How long the winter lasts
How soon the springtime fades
How we love the springtime
And playing in the glades

After spring comes summer
And the weather is cleared
How we love this season
That banished all we feared

Let us not forget fall
The period of change
When the green leaves turn red
But also a whole range

How long the winter lasts
How soon the springtime fades
How we love the springtime
And playing in the glades

Copyright © by Logan Rose
All rights reserved, 18 June 2020