The Extraordinary Disorder of Obsidian
RUNNING SOUTH of the turquoise eye of Mono Lake just east of the Sierra’s steep escarpment are hills that once hissed and groaned, gushed fountains of pumice and ash and sticky Continue reading
Author Archives: Nick Triolo
The Coffin Trees
WINTER RAIN in Taiwan’s mountains seems to hang in the air, getting into every seam of my clothes. The weather was warm when I left the city, but two thousand meters up, Continue reading
Inside the Waiting
SHE SITS ACROSS from us, the middle-aged Black woman in the orange vinyl-upholstered chair, her eyes red and swollen, gripping a tissue that has been disintegrating for the last two hours into Continue reading
Map of Echoes
THE LAB TECH wheels in her ultrasound machine as I lie in the hospital bed, ready to bare my chest. The hope is to know why, yesterday, my heart throttled up Continue reading
The Sounds of Silence
WHEN I WAS a sixteen-year-old naturalist in training, we were instructed to sit in the forest and wait for the return of something called “the baseline symphony.” The baseline symphony was Continue reading