On the edge of Jardin du Luxembourg nightjars fret the dark, shrikes pace the grounds, that fierce khanjar between the eyes. This week chiffchaff clocked in, flitting branch to branch on Continue reading →

All evening the trees grow loud with a rumor passed back and forth on the ribs of cicadas. Then the yard turns blue; the old barn leans in. And what we’d Continue reading →

She took us through dense rows out back where fennel spurted lavish through the ground— branched green tendrils now hardening to husks amid long growth of asparagus. Inside round shells no Continue reading →

it’s true we make meaning to suit our needs. check the record. when a fat ass rat ran into the NYPD precinct on 122nd St, i thought i understood the scene. Continue reading →

Pulling my first from its place in the forest floor felt like slipping a key from its partnered, well-oiled lock. Broken so cleanly at the stem it appeared scalpel-sliced. You assured Continue reading →