This issue features the kind of striking, expansive photography that has come to define this magazine for the better part of two decades. Lynn Johnson’s portfolio of portraits revolves around a visionary art project that has turned a...
Squint, reader, through the sudden fog: the sea’s gnaw and lick-bright: Eldey, pillar of stone: where two great auks survive, briefly— before reenacting the end of their story
Cheap child’s toy/ incompetent user/ pilot error—tangled and hanging / Sway, spin, climb, and fall on its ladder its helix of string / Pleuston (meaning dwelling on the surface) / (meaning sail meaning float)
Periodical cicadas do not rely on camouflage to survive. They overwhelm their predators with numbers, billions of them crawling out of dime-size holes in the ground, an evolutionary strategy known among biologists as “predator satiation.”
Dead I would dream the sky and the sky breaking into flakes and falling gathering itself into fat drops plopping into summer dust the acrid smell rising / I would dream the sky shivered the sky repeated as blue eye staring back as mote in...
