It might be that my exterior melted a bit last year that it’s shinier now, more like fiberglass, which I hadn’t noticed to be honest until just last week. That it’s a little more weather resistant, which is nice. More…
Category: The Book of Covid
Clank
I want to clank my fist against the armor they’re constructing inside me. Rattle the scaffolding just enough to let them know I know there are laborers hammering away at this shiny new space suit they’re building inside me I…
Cold warriors, we
He gave me back my hard drives today by the pond by the geese by the free-range 3-year-olds who don’t even know what “pandemic” means. By their moms who don’t trust the geese, don’t trust the two old(er) guys at…
Driving down 8th street after the rain
We’re out in the morning driving down 8th street after the rain looking for coffee in a favorite neighborhood trying to figure out if this store or that cafe made it through the night. I’m expecting to see palm fronds…
Threaten me with your breeze
Threaten me with your breeze, Your touch this Fragile skin I’ve got has cracks. If you come to my door, I’ll open it slow, Step back, pull up like for a fadeaway, I’ll raise my voice, Keep you at bay.…
It’s changing
It’s changing things. I’m evolving into future me, some better biped. A cellular remodel til I can eat at a restaurant outside or be in a friend’s backyard outside and if they walk past me, too close, it’s ok, not…
When I come back to the office
When I come back to the office we will all look older. And that’s because we will all be older. No one will return as they were. As they left. Even if they sit in similar seats, and the fashions…
Suddenly, yesterday
And then suddenly, yesterday, it was Spring. With dreams of visits to foreign lands — to movie theaters, coffee shops, to the insides of other people’s houses where dining room tables turned into desks might become dining room tables with…
The gift of boxes
An underrated skill. The ability to enjoy the sky, a perfect book a wonderful chat a cup of tea, if that’s your thing. Not a case of denial. Just watching the news, making plans and then taking out your boxes.…
Write what we know
Wondering about all the quarantine screenplays that are being written right now in smallish spring apartments with open windows where people perhaps don’t bother zipping up their flies as much as they normally would. The romcoms sure about falling in…