Alex Checkovich is an instructor of “the body in space” at the University of Richmond, where he teaches freshmen seminars called “Nature-,”
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Natural ice is a magnet, dull-gray and powerful. It calls to me, an amateur ice enthusiast and a recreational ice skater. I
Nadya’s arms had tingled exactly this way once before. She’d been nine the day the leaves of the tree outside their box
April. – The first few arrive like memories, swifting themselves back into the mind. There – one’s flitted behind the high tide
I want to tell what the forests were like I will have to speak in a forgotten language. –W.S. Merwin #
My round bear-paw snowshoes, wood-framed and webbed with rawhide, buoyed me within an inch of the snow’s surface. The snow in the
The cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never says cuckoo Till the fourth day of July. The
The Virginia rowhouse where Vera Clarke arrives early evening is old. Pretty, but old. Older than her own apartment building in Florida,
There on the muddy flats where creek met bay, in the darkness just beyond Selander Bridge, Boni stood far from the flock.
The view from Keys Ranch road in Joshua Tree National Park is a vast one. The hillsides are freckled with heather purple