Six Poems to Celebrate Orion’s archive project ...
Because grandmothers helped out, we, as an entire species, grew to live longer and longer and developed our big brains, tiny ...
I am seen. You have correctly assessed my innermost desires.” ...
A CATFISH WITH THREE EYES lived in the Gowanus Canal. I can say this with confidence because I have seen the evidence. The catfish was shiny and pitch-dark. After a fisherman hooked it and reeled it ...
BIGFOOT ISN’T REAL, but black bears are—that’s the subtext of a recent study by Dr. Floe Foxon mapping bear populations relative to cryptid sightings. That study, published in 2024, sparked my ...
THE GUITAR LINE UNFURLS with a kinetic, pulsing energy. Soft moans hover over the riff, both spooky and sensual. Then the synth slides in, drums steady the beat, and the song swells with the promise ...
I WAS TAUGHT, AS A SCIENTIST, to think logically and empirically, rather than intuitively or spiritually.When I was at Cambridge University in the early 1960s most of the scientists and science ...
THE SUMMER OF MY SECOND miscarriage, Queen Anne’s lace volunteers itself along our gravel driveway. It’s invasive, but I love the intricate pattern spun by the hundreds of tiny buds on each flower ...
A PHOTO OF A REDWOOD’S muscular, six-hundred-year-old base. To the left a fun-sized woman, in the Bay Area only briefly and wanting to make the most of it, trying to hug the tree’s ancient girth. She ...
THE CHICKEN WAS UNWELL. She no longer ran to the summons of the leftovers pail to scratch at the compost heap with the other hens. Morning found her in a corner of the henhouse facing the wall, with ...
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