Equinox
A gift economy stuffs its pockets
with stones that hold their shape like water.
By Fady Joudah
A gift economy stuffs its pockets
with stones that hold their shape like water.
Poetry
Florida Water Sources and the Best Seeing
Headwater. Mouth of the river. So hard to understand where it starts and where it ends, to remember the headwater tiny, a trickle, a bubble up out of dry ground, and the mouth—wide as a country. With greater ease I learned the dark swimming moons beside my rowboat in Crystal River were sea cows. Manatees.
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Headwater. Mouth of the river. So hard to understand where it starts and where it ends, to remember the headwater tiny, a trickle, a bubble up out of dry ground, and the mouth—wide as a country. With greater ease I learned the dark swimming moons beside my rowboat in Crystal River were sea cows. Manatees.
The Gathering
“Now I must learn to be the island instead”
“Now I must learn to be the island instead”
During a Son’s Dangerous Illness
“What becomes of the past if the future snaps off, brittle, the present left as a jagged edge opening on nothing?”
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“What becomes of the past if the future snaps off, brittle, the present left as a jagged edge opening on nothing?”
The Loneliness of Animals
The Loneliness of Animals I don’t think I know what it feels like I know I don’t to drag one’s self so slowly “like a zombie” down a cracked hard, rock-cut creek bed in Illinois to be lifted still churning one’s legs to be the subject of such testing: to be found
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By David Baker
The Loneliness of Animals I don’t think I know what it feels like I know I don’t to drag one’s self so slowly “like a zombie” down a cracked hard, rock-cut creek bed in Illinois to be lifted still churning one’s legs to be the subject of such testing: to be found
