April 19th wakes upalready arguing with itself.It stretches, yawns,and immediately disagreeswith the way the light enters the room. But then,in a twist only April could have invented,it agreesto disagreeas long as the disagreementkeeps agreeingwith the deeper, quieter truththat nothing in this monthhas ever been simple. This is the daywhen discord and concord sit at the […]

April 18th does not walk in.It bursts.It arrives trembling,breathing too fast,eyes wide,hands shakingas if it has been runningfrom itself all night. This is the day of the nervous breakdown,the day when the monthfinally admitsit has been faking composuresince the 12th. Everything is now or never.Every choice feels final.Every silence feels loaded.Every heartbeat soundslike a countdownto […]

17th arriveswith no warning,no prelude,no gentle clearing of the throat. It comes as a sneeze,a sudden, violent expulsionfrom the lungs of a startoo ancient to careabout the consequences. One sharp burst of light,one cosmic exhalation,and everything nearbyis scorched into a memoryof what it once tried to be. This is not malice.This is not punishment.This is […]

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month. Pray…not to gods,not to ghosts,but to the middle of this faking month,this sagging spine of Aprilwhere the days begin to wobbleunder their own weight. Pray for the midpoint,the lukewarm center,the hinge where nothing happensand everything threatens to. Because by nowthe jokes have grown stiff,calcified,gathering duston top of […]

April 15th strikesnot like a daybut like an hour:15th o’clock,a time that does not existand yet insists on happening. It arrives as a block,a solid interruptionin the flow of April,a square of timethat refuses to meltinto the rest of the month. Then comes the lock,a click in the air,a subtle tightening,as if the universehas decided […]