Dadia Forest, Alexandroupoli Who am I? Maybe I should introduce myself. The air says ghost. I say the burned tree. To choose carefully your supplies in
Debra Marquart
The problem of humanity’s detachment occurs at exactly the moment when our impact on the future of the planet is greater than ever before. Against these
The traditional Japanese calendar relied on the division of a year into 72 microseasons that marked seasonal variations and subtle transitions in the natural world. The
In Robert McCloskey’s classic children’s book Blueberries for Sal, a bear and her cub and a woman and her daughter go berry-picking in the hills of
They began taking the pictures when they were dating although they never really dated. They met in high school and were immediately inseparable. Without ever talking
You aren’t being careful, not watching where you’re going, and so it comes as no surprise when you try to lift your foot and find it
Today I’m uniquely positioned for gratitude. Take this painting, hung just for me in this house built just for me too though neither of these things
1. Violent collisions— shoals giving way to brine concentrate the Beaufort Sea thickened into a lens aimed at our theories, our coasted bodies we sink inside.
Rumors say the guys from the volunteer fire department called the infant that because of his footie pajamas the color of the ocean none of them
Vallone di Sea at Gias Balma Massiet, Italy, 1500 meters By lichen-spackled stone walls Granario Fienile Hay loft above The pens Flagstone-slabbed roof still shedding weather