July Journal, ’22

Summer envelopes the world in a blinding scorch. Extremes that we who know something about wintering are not accustomed to. The city ablaze within a fog of sweat and concrete, slow and sparse signs of life. My days home from wandering must be strictly regimented — hour by hour with the scheduled task, whether obligatoryContinue reading “July Journal, ’22”

July 4th and Bad Poetry, etc.

Got my fill of a traditional American 4th of July, Philly-style with a delicious barbecue, courtesy of my cousin, and a surprise appearance by Boyz II Men on the parkway, who performed their all-time classics. I hadn’t seen the fireworks there in years, so it was nice getting to see them once again. My favoriteContinue reading “July 4th and Bad Poetry, etc.”