On September 30, 2016, Alex Bird joined Jack Hitt onstage at the Institute Library in New Haven, Connecticut, as part of the ongoing series “Amateur Hour,” in which various tinkerers, zealots, and collectors discuss their obsessions. Bird...
When Ingrid was twenty-five, she lived for four months in a big house on the edge of an unfinished—never to be finished—ski resort. This was in Montana, on Adelaide Peak, twenty years ago. Richie, her much older kind-of boyfriend, and...
The man used to walk four miles a day, two hours at first, less as he got stronger and thinner, to defy the sense of rules that dictates higher challenges as the ability climbs. Rebel mind in a rebel body. Not even Plato’s
Variations on a theme—from the subarctic up to the heavens, across borders and off the grid. We begin in the north we expect and drift confidently elsewhere, exploring not just the idea of knowing where you are, or where you aren’t, but who...
I didn’t say I loved you but I did and also him, the one who stole away, with all my sacraments wrapped in his curling laugh, thief of my night. We find ourselves together, cobbling a mystery of fleshes
The squirrels deny themselves from front and back and only word into view from the sides when their outline rejects the coup of geometry. From the south we delight in the polar symmetry of their foggy tails cupped by rounded hinds.
