It's a quiet week from my side, but I'd like to wish you a happy spring! This is the first time in a while that I'm truly looking forward to spring on the personal front, but I can't help but remember how the first day of spring in 2020 was the first week of quarantine. Two years later, and Covid-19 is still around, but not? I'm seeing less coverage, I'm hearing fewer conversations about it, news of another variant feels like a murmur—it's disconcerting. It's hard to see what's really happening around me. Looking forward to this spring is a vague hope more than it is a promise or expectation.
The first day of spring 2020 wasn't the first "bad" primavera, that's for dang sure. This one does have evident promise in personal ways but I'm having trouble parsing through what spring 2022's bigger picture will be like. We barely know what next week is going to be, and that's been the case for a long time now. I want to sneak a peek ahead in a way that we haven't been able to since the pandemic began. But Friday alone is looking foggy as hell.
This week's roundup features some really cool writerly entries, including an AWP party with Gritty and a handful of celebrated Philly writers and an evening with the first Native American US poet laureate. That much, I can see!
Happy spring, y'all—whatever that means for you.