Journal (2020)

The bathroom floor is made of small, smooth, midnight blue tiles:

one could gaze at its own reflection in it; there lies an inverted

world in which I'm afraid to fall. (June 2020)

I saw a blue jay; it quickly flew off. (June 2020)

A scrap of paper is whirling in the abyss of the sky,

sometimes scintillating, sometimes dark. (June 2020)

I was able to experience the surprising

proximity of a wild turkey. (October 2020)

Every day appears darker and more painful

than the previous one. (October 2020)