April 2020

April 30, 2020


I’m beginning to understand why so many novels and television shows are set in the past.

April 29, 2020


Night walk to the corner bodega and I nearly forgot to wear my bandana.

April 28, 2020


The smile is the expression that can be seen from farthest away.

April 27, 2020


Tonight I miss sitting in diners and listening to people murmur and jive, scraping their forks and stirring their coffee.

April 26, 2020


Maybe I should work on my resume. Instead, I press on with reading The Plague, dropping the book every few pages to marvel at its resonance.

April 25, 2020


Strange how something you’ve heard a thousand times can suddenly knock you over.

April 24, 2020


Sometimes there’s poetry in anger, and I saw it scrawled across the street this afternoon.

April 23, 2020


Flipping through an old notebook last night, I came across a page dedicated to the first time I saw a painting by Hubert Robert.

April 22, 2020


There should be a clinical term for the sensation of wanting to look at my phone while looking at my phone.

April 21, 2020


I remember the sound of white thunder, that bone-shuddering crack as another piece of a glacier fell into the sea.

April 20, 2020


New York City. My attention span has been chewed up by the news.

April 20, 2020


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