Surviving the Soviet Hangover in the former USSR’s last dictatorship.
All I can do to keep from believing where, in truth, your last steps led,
News agencies are reporting a coordinated series of three explosions in Mumbai.
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a season, through the occlusion of summer by another hemisphere.
Under the Miami skyline, beneath bits of trash collected at the margin of the Florida current, a tiny female creature struggles on a warm, moonless night in April. She is only six millimeters long, opaque, with a head larger than her body...
Across three fences the lights and noise of a party at anchor; a paddock dusty with stars; our lit-up talk forgettable.
A summer rain front laces a trailing hat of mist around the headland’s mountain: a saucer of mist scraping the treetops hanging over rock outcrops
Alec, I said you’d be around by stratagem or shift looking for a lift to the somewhere burial ground
For the subsistence fishermen of the Kuna Yala Islands, the greatest danger is the encroaching ocean they depend on.
