Get under It

On this late Sunday night, halfway through July, I listen to the wood thrush outside our kitchen window. His song’s upward curl fills the back garden two stories below, butts against the humid air, and makes all of Brooklyn’s Cobble Hill his sound. Behind me, in our bedroom, the man I’ve loved for 15 years… More

Leaving Lessons

Fin and Flesh For years beyond counting, she lived far under water among the green things. Their shine resembled that light before the storm comes above ground, as if seen through the veins of a new leaf held close to the eye, in a time so distant that its tale must have been whispered in… More

Imaging Figures #7: Actionable Bodies

The wolf is entitled to the lamb. The Mountain Wreath (1847) You would not believe how many words there are for home and what savage music there can be wrung from it. Edna O’Brien (2015) For months now, I’ve seemed to live in a crowd of stories. The second epigraph to Edna O’Brien’s recent novel,… More

Uplift

The world is never done with you. Ellen McLaughlin (lyrics)/Sarah Kirkland Snider (music), Penelope (2010) If he were a sentence, he would be weighted with prepositions. They’d mark the things and people he chose, or felt compelled, to carry. With words like from, to, over, under, and across as harbingers, aimed at what happens just… More