Campbell McGrath

Their shambling power and verisimilitude, their mimetic resemblance to souvenir Yuletide snowstorm paperweights in which we discover our tiny selves shoveling silver glitter, or scrimshawed whale’s teeth, or ships-in-bottles, or breath-fogge [...]

What happens then, after the stars explode, after the universe expands to the limits of possibility, after the bones of the last animals disappear into the plains, and melt into the dirt, and rise up as corn, rise up as grass blowing in the autum [...]

I would speak to it as to a stream in the forest where infant ferns grow shapely as serpents or violins. I would surrender to it if I could drift among the stars as among a cloud of milkweed spores, or jellyfish. Years turn, like autumn leaves; the [...]