Elegy for Q I. I stood above the kitten, freshly struck, fur a fluid silver like the side of a shark. Her blood was spilled nail polish on new carpet, skull only slightly cracked, blue…
Browsing Category Borders
The Topography of a Heartbeat
The nurse left work at five o’clock, or later. For night shifts, she left at five a.m., the sun cusped in the mountains on the edge of town. The work never left the nurse, the…
Isolating One’s Priorities in a Time of Crisis
Mass Extinction we cannot know what evolutionary biologists will call this age we cannot know which of our offspring will survive at night we count them and wonder which one will it be…
We Have Never Known True Winter
which is to say we have never seen trees die. We have seen them break from the root hurl their limbs against windows snaptwist like brittle bone. We have seen hurricanes transparent oceans and a…
Inside the Den
if I should say there is a wolf at the table with half my DNA and people keep inviting it back if I could do more than survive in this territory where they pass bone…