[25 November 2020] Sometimes I think back to the timewhen the will be was – to the timewhen you stretched your hand outand reached for the inevitablepossible. You on the ground,you arm in the sky, your eyes tothe heavens. The stars were aligned that nightbecause you with a wave of your handpicked them up one…

[24 November 2020] I hear you breathe, and youbreathe – long, deep, filling thespace of your silences with the airof being, of seeing, of making mapsand making meaning out of these twolightpoles in the night – go stop, gostop, go stop, blinking on and on –of our not-innocence, of journeyingthrough the distances, carving portalsbetween the…

[23 November 2020] I will wait for your voice. I willwait, oh my soul, I will wait. Notwell, mind you. I guessthere’s something about you thatmakes me feel fine about goinglong stretches of time withoutso much as a how-do-you-do, asort of casual forgetfulness thatbelies the idea that I don’t reallycare. Not because I don’t want…

[22 November 2020] Time stood still, andI notice all that I had leftunnoticed until this moment. Whiteclouds and star-frost. Black pensand yellow paper lying around me ina heap. The sound of each tear tearsdeep, wrenching an almost-cleanbreak too long in the coming. Unnoticedby design, by practice, by study,uncoming by sheerforce of will stubborn enough totwist…