James A. Reeves
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Vacant

The White House went dark tonight in response to the protests across the street and spreading throughout the nation.

New York City

Dissonance

The presence of the police introduces the prospect of violence like a promise, and that promise came true by nightfall.

Journal

Pain

A man stood before the crowd of reporters, his eyes filled with pain and conviction.

New York City

Haze

When I flipped on the news around midnight, my concerns about running, writing, teaching, and everything else felt stupid and indulgent.

New York City

May 27, 2020

The amount of incense smoke that darkens a temple’s ceiling demonstrates the popularity of that particular god.

Broadcasts

Sacrilege

77 minutes of pitched-down techno classics melded with reverberated vocals from Bobby Vinton, the Paris Sisters, and the Moody Blues.

New York City

May 26, 2020

I’m fantasizing about a sprawling network of night markets and bazaars that reclaim the streets and devour the cars.

Michigan

Memorial

After sixteen hours of talk radio, interstate winds, and screaming into metal boxes for food, my grip on the world grew slippery.

New York City

Bell

Riffling through my small box of family memories, I came across a note written in an unfamiliar hand.

New York City

May 23, 2020

Thinking about the blurry line between media consumption and my soul.

New York City

May 22, 2020

Time is a concept. Time is a flat circle. Clocks only measure other clocks.

New York City

May 21, 2020

Each morning I wake to the imaginary babble of fully-formed news reports and television clips while skating across sleep.

New York City

Cracks

I write and work. I step outside and look at the sky. Sometimes I go for an ugly run. I make phone calls. I tend this journal. Repeat.

New York City

Dark

I remember watching the darkness in my bedroom when I was small, hypnotized by grey-pink flecks while I waited for sleep.

New York City

Weird

Maybe we’ll have a vaccine soon. Maybe the president will poison himself. Things can go either way these days.

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