Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



December 16, 2020

Flurries

Maybe it has to do with the silence it brings, how it tranquilizes the world for a while.

December 15, 2020

Reflection

There were days when our images were honored, even feared.

December 14, 2020

Mundane

I’m reappreciating the joy of mundane events this year, the delight in everything happening as expected.

December 13, 2020

Vaccine

They gathered in Washington DC to wave flags with the president dressed up like Rambo, slicked with sweat and carrying a belt-fed weapon.

December 12, 2020

Narrows

I feel more present in the world at midnight, most like myself.

December 11, 2020

Numbers

Three thousand Americans are dying each day from the coronavirus, and two hundred thousand more are infected.

December 10, 2020

Worship

Three years ago on a Saturday night in rural Pennsylvania, I saw a vision of the future that I cannot shake.

December 9, 2020

Stare

His gaze leaves me questioning my life choices and entire personality.

December 8, 2020

Alright

I passed a church sign that said, “Jesus paid the price, you keep the change.”

December 7, 2020

Absence

I catch myself patting down my pockets while feeling phantom vibrations, seeking synthetic communion.

December 6, 2020

Release

I’m learning to carry my dead with me, to ask them questions while pacing the kitchen or driving to the supermarket.

December 5, 2020

Metal

If aliens landed, I’d probably mistake them for a guerrilla marketing campaign.