Pink millions of passenger pigeons slammed the sun shut again and again for fifty thousand years. Above the Ohio River, a solar eclipse for three days straight as one flock passed over.
The summer I got engaged, I flew from San Francisco to London to see my mother. I had to remind myself during the flight that the engagement’s being a big deal didn’t make the trip a big deal, and that I should treat it like any other visit...
“A stomach…plastic pollution mimicking pink quartz, garnet, turquoise, jade, sapphire, topaz, rose quartz, pink tourmaline, ruby,” writes British photographer Mandy Barker in her research notebooks for her series STILL (FFS). Alongside...
Will Smith plays a cop in this movie. We watch him on the couch, your baby sister and I. She, who was not yet born when I knew you best. The speakers make such deafening sound. Subwoofer. A thought couldn’t be had if you begged it.
There is no mistaking those paw prints. They’re from a bear—no doubt about it. Tom and his patrol partner, Kersti, often spot the animal on the monitor during their night shifts. From their command center in Piusa, in southern Estonia...
& this is what we mean when we say body count. first, a swaddling. then, betwixt damp & ordinary gums hangs a mess hall. we offer a martyr to the blowtorch’s bright kelvin spit and call it supper. an autopsy worth its salt.
