Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



September 10, 2020

Deer

I’m not sure if I believe in symbols or signs, but today gave me plenty to decipher.

September 9, 2020

Smoke

I’d always thought the future was just around the corner, but it’s already here.

September 8, 2020

Pearl

They walked around caked in mud with lice in their hair, which they called the “pearls of god.”

September 7, 2020

Thunder

Why is the sound of thunder so soothing?

September 6, 2020

Kindling

There’s that principle that we burn up all available time to complete a task—and this gets scary when measured in years.

September 5, 2020

Beauty

“Beauty is remembering the sad times without crying,” said one girl, who at fifteen years old was already so wise it broke my heart.

September 4, 2020

Howl

This election will test much cruelty Americans will tolerate, and how many of us crave it.

September 3, 2020

Radioactive

As I scrolled through the radio dial in search of voices to keep me company, I began to understand the appeal of its doomsday preachers and fear-merchants.

September 2, 2020

Swerve

Perhaps the best work scrambles genre and rides strange lines that might swerve at any moment.

September 1, 2020

Hex

Demons and hexes would nicely explain why some people behave the way they do.

August 31, 2020

Loose

It’s always good for me to be reminded that writing is a physical act.

August 30, 2020

Burn

I’m chilled by how quickly phrases like “the other side” have become so natural. Because that’s the grammar of war.