Pandemic Diaries

My friend shaved his head. Two friends broke up. One friend lost his grandmother. Another picked up the clarinet. A… Continue reading 4/25/20

4/26/2020  On March 11th, when the gravity of the situation had just begun to sink in and the UC system… Continue reading Countercyclical

In the year 1349, the ninth day of November, I was walking around my room; if the air had been… Continue reading Confinement in 1349

I wrote this when I was having a really difficult time with myself, and someone else. — Tash Sultana, introducing… Continue reading Video Games and an Eruption of Metaphors

In the year 1348, one that I deplore, we were deprived not only of our friends but of people throughout… Continue reading Friends Lost in 1349

You’re watching a romantic comedy on Netflix about a couple trying to make a long distance relationship work. In the… Continue reading Writing for Television in the Age of COVID-19

In the two months or so since the quarantine began, the fiddle-leaf by my bedroom window has become a sundial.… Continue reading Thoughts toward a New Home

For the four years I attended Berkeley, twice a year I would lose nine hours of my life and twice… Continue reading Time Zone

Lately, we make everything with the buttermilk pancake mix. I bake muffins, my roommate Cee makes coffee cake, her roommate… Continue reading In the Absence of Flour

Last night I dreamed I couldn’t swallow. My mouth was evacuated of saliva, my throat a tunnel paved with gravel.… Continue reading Last Night