Researchers have found that beetles of this species use the bright glow from the Milky Wayto navigate during night-time operations.—Wikipedia It’s not as bad as one might think,rolling your little dung ball around the park on a moonless night—a jobonly you can do because nobody else knows how to make a perfect sphereof the shit …
I should be home making salad.Instead we’re walking through a parking lot the size of Rhode Island, bathed in the glow of a hundred and one streetlamps.Then we’re standing in a line of Americans waiting to pay a buck-fifty for an all-beef dogthat sticks out each end of the bun in a kind of rueful …
the body can draw perfect circles when it needs to say what a body wants to saytake care take care the body says when it circlesa body when it wants to stay circles into suffering and clings there a body fins water a body feigns buoyancewhen it dives a body dives from a high board …
Associate Editor Andy Sia: When I encountered Aaliyah Anderson’s poem after the last passenger pigeon, Martha, in the slush pile, I was immediately intrigued, given Martha’s ties to Cincinnati—Martha died at the Cincinnati Zoo after most of her life there. More broadly, I’m drawn to Anderson’s rendering of death as a continuation that is not …
Central to Đà Nẵng uncovered hundred faces switched up nouns.I couldn’t write. Or 1968I couldn’t speak. What part of me was shocked? There-fore an orifice deceived; and I was razed to jumble pyrophoric kinksferocious as our compound partially declassified as tan. The amulet, a sentencewithout limbs. I couldn’t walk out from such frames unharmed; and …
You are so good, so terrible to me.Please listen to Schubert and take your medicine. Standing by the bathroom window,I count three honeybees and one hummingbird.My eyes are clear. Contact lenses humin their case. Yesterday, I hunted you downin Hayao Miyazaki films and animal documentaries.I walked through my house, lookingfor something you could eat. Said, …
My gallows-humor grandmother and my Scorpionic ex-boyfriend stand side by side at the foot of my bed. They may be standing years apart and only appear as if together, but no matter, the effect is simultaneous. They’re both happy to see me, both offering what looks like encouragement to join them. Sure, I tell them, …
The world is full of hair, dissembling. Mine sheds strand by strand, clump by lustrous clump. I could reach up and pull out a handful, make a wig, dye it teal blue. In the window there’s a tree gathering elegance now that the Rockies have promised this winter’s snows are done. I’m living too unobserved …
In the evening, my dad walked with me through Duke Gardens, past Carolina jessamine,the common dogwood, blue anemone— nameplates declared each one a worthy specimen.Since his death, I remember all the freeice creams I got (an eye patch on a cute kid) when he brought me here after surgery.On the table, I was singular, surroundedby …
The snake sunned in the yard all afternoon. When my mother let him out in the morning, all was usual but by the time we called him in that evening my parents’ marriage had ended, and my father had taken off his ring and hidden it in an upstairs sock drawer. There was crying, a …