Month: July 2020

I have examined my motives.

I have planted a tree. I have upgraded my prayer to supplication.

the world’s only living musical genius is loneliness in July,

I got up the next morning with the feeling of having had a bad dream that you’ve forgotten except for the fright of it. I didn’t recall the jolt or ever opening my eyes. But when I got to work one of my colleagues asked if I’d felt the earthquake.