Hiking in the Anthropocene
byI asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. -Kurt Vonnegut I read…
Arts
Lake of Myths
byI stood waiting for Father all afternoon; watching the sun sink down, turning purple, and the lakeshore shimmering in the afterglow. Swallowed up by…
The Nature of Trauma: A Review of Robbie Arnott’s The Rain Heron
byAward-winning Australian author Robbie Arnott’s first book to be published in the United States, The Rain Heron, out this month from Farrar, Strauss and…
Five Paintings by Anne Cameron Cutri
byMother Earth served as an imagined utopia for me, as inspired by one positive side of social distancing, which resulted in reduced pollution levels….
On a Clear Day
byHow quiet is Hell—how it unnerves you. Usually, panic throttles you awake but today you wake up feeling. You do not expect gentleness—you…
In My Grandfather’s House
byThere came of late an autumn eve when longing filled my heart to go to live in light, away for a while in the…
St. Martha
byfor Jennifer After Lazarus died and was raised and Christ died and was raised, Martha died. Which is more in keeping with the natural…
Letter to the Rainbow
byRed to violet and each heart-sungshade between, I beg you—consider my position. Remember how far from youI am, sitting soaked in the puddlesof this…
from The Rain Heron
byA FARMER LIVED, but not well. If she planted grain, it would not sprout. If she grew rice, it would rot. If she tried…
Glory and Her Gourd
byHow do I deserve a bumblebee in my squash flower? Honey-bearers—endangered—orchestrate through pheromones and dance. And what of this squash flower? How can I believe Adam came first…