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trundling along
April 16, 2020
I am writing to you from the safe side of baby’s first couch to 5k running session. What it has taught me is that I am feeble. I am frail as shit, lads; you...
rebirth
April 14, 2020
I took the long weekend off from writing to you, because I’m tired. It is insane that I should be tired right now. I’ve done almost nothing for the duration...
repair
April 8, 2020
(image courtesy twitter user rainerschund)in the Berlin sky there are dolphins and the Alpsreach for god on the horizon orangutans watchand learn as tigers...
the dress
April 7, 2020
(Today’s image brought to you by Hiller Goodspeed, who gets it.)I am writing this newsletter from my bed, in a dress that is at least two sizes too big for...
going outside (again)
April 6, 2020
Late last week, I took a taxi into town and went into the office to pick up some essentials. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly. I’ve been asymptomatic and...
all that is made
April 2, 2020
I called this newsletter ‘the anchorite’ because I have always liked the idea. I joked with a friend, a long time ago, that it must be nice to live a...
going outside
April 1, 2020
I went out to pick up groceries first thing yesterday morning, and the world smelled like rain. I didn’t hear it raining the night before, which I thought...
inertia
March 30, 2020
I started to work on the next round of manuscript revisions today. This is major, because I have been functionally unable to engage with manuscript revisions...
a tall child
March 27, 2020
My mother has been using her lockdown time to sort through old family photos. I’m the child who moved out — my sister’s still living at home — so I am not...
the city will always pursue you
March 26, 2020
About half a year ago now, I went to Los Angeles for a queer writers’ retreat. It was effortlessly the weirdest trip I’ve ever taken, as well as one of the...
love! valour! compassion!
March 25, 2020
Playwright Terrence McNally died of complications from Covid-19 on Tuesday 24 March. He was 81, a cancer survivor, immunocompromised. He wrote a play that...
shining
March 24, 2020
I said to my therapist today that it’s my time to shine.I wasn’t really joking, and she didn’t really laugh. Mandate aside, I’ve been living like this where...
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