In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Alison Piper, writing in April 2020.
The pink super moon rises
The pink super moon rises quickly in a golden blaze, as if in a hurry. Its white facial features come into full view as night falls. This heavenly beacon shines down on the rainbow-lit structures of pandemic Montreal. The new Champlain bridge, the Big O, office towers and the Montreal Biosphere are glowing with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. Or so I imagine it. I am only watching the moon from my six-foot-wide second storey windows, because like everyone else, I am not allowed to leave my neighbourhood of NDG. Like everyone else, I am a little afraid to leave my apartment or go too far, anyway.
To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic.