The Bird Had Somewhere to Be
April seventh. I set the timer on a shelf by reflex, the way you do when something is too quiet and specific to let go without a record. The pigeon was just sitting there on the l…
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What Remains
April third. I didn't plan to open the box today. It's Easter weekend, the kind of slow Sunday that arrives with a quality of permission, nothing is expected, the light comes in a…
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The Light Did Something This Morning
April sixteenth. The light was doing something specific by ten o'clock, and I kept stopping what I was doing to look at it. Not dramatic, not the golden-hour kind of thing I've be…
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The Room Was Already Full
May twelfth. I have been trying to write this post for two weeks, and the problem is that it isn't really about the pigeon. The pigeon is a good story, it stayed the entire aftern…
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Pasta, Probably Tuesday
The week had a shape to it that I only noticed at the end. Groceries. A long phone call I kept meaning to return. I bought three types of pasta again, I do this, apparently, it's…
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The Tuesday That Filled Itself
It was a Tuesday. I know it was a Tuesday because I checked, after the fact, which tells you something about how the morning actually went, not like a milestone, not like a thing…
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