

Sweet Reverent: A Stream of Conscious Mourning
On January 16, 2018, I got a phone call from my dad telling me that my sister had passed away. This is what I do next: Cry Be grateful...


The New Mind
Of all the seasons, it is winter that most widens the eyes, pin-pricks the pupils. We stand quietly in places—in front of the TV that...


flutter, furrow, quaver
[An Imagining of Danica McKellar] Danica McKellar is on the Hallmark Channel, remembering her grammy and how (easily!) she cooked enough...


Evolution of a Question
When on an early morning walk, it was cold and the frost on the grass was thawing into dew. A large, decorative rock that adorned the...


Reporting from my Own Wilderness
"I can at best report only from my own wilderness." -Loren Eiseley Ptolemy, entering his dark den of models and maps that he believes...


Under the Milky Way Tonight
An avid huntsman with his dazzling belt, his club in triumphant air above his head, his shield buffering an attack from Taurus, Orion had...


Things Fall Apart: Dissecting Autumn
It finally felt like fall, so Silas and I headed for the hills where she scarves the sugar maples with red, the sassafras and oak with...


My Talus, My Embarrassment
On February 11th of this year, I experienced a life-changing injury while free climbing at a climbing wall gym. Long story short, I fell...


The Genius Gaze
The Grand Finale A team of leading minds created him, all his 14 kilometers of cabling, his prime and back-up R-4D biorepellant rocket...