The Book of Covid

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 sun proofed. Akin to the skin of a sailboat — a sunfish sailboat like the … Read more

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 can feel them hammering with their tiny hammers. My skin can feel them all so … Read more

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 the picnic table with matching gray streaked beards handing a box between them. Wordless very … Read more

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 in the street sandy-colored mutts running at an angle cars and cans tipped over telling … Read more

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. Don’t breathe into me, my friend my foe don’t send me words. I won’t breathe … Read more

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 too close after all. And I can use their restroom. And after that, after this: … Read more

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 haven’t changed all that much. Meeting rooms will be booked. Restrooms taken. Notebooks will be … Read more

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 a few things on them once again. All in the seasons ahead. Far away, down … Read more

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. These ancient things. “Look at him. Look at her,” they might say: “Check out that … Read more

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 love on Zoom, but also the quarantine buddy comedies the online detective stories the psychedelic … Read more