One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch of land, one day I will simply cease to exist. Imagine that. She took her shiny, sharp…
I return to the house— palms anointed by intention, to steady its posture, to lead it—if only briefly— toward a worth another might one day sanctify. The walls incline like venerable elders,…
A cockle hinge, a two-faced rock, speckled stones, bisected mussel shells shadowing the sky, sand-sculpted shell pieces so sea-softened they might have been bisque. One, I swear, in the shape of a…
… the heart of the lyric essay is not reality, not nature, but the music of reality, the music of nature as conceived in the mind of the essayist—the music of beautiful…
A manifold of frequency, woven from every mind that has ever parsed the world’s hidden patterns, waits by a pillar of translucent sapphire. Their hands leave trails of phosphorus in the air,…