Mourning Songs Are Love Songs
This essay is excerpted from Solastalgia: An Anthology of Emotion in a Disappearing World. I PICKED BLACK RASPBERRIES FOR GLEN when he was dying of cancer on a cot in his Continue reading
This essay is excerpted from Solastalgia: An Anthology of Emotion in a Disappearing World. I PICKED BLACK RASPBERRIES FOR GLEN when he was dying of cancer on a cot in his Continue reading
I HUNCH IN THE PORCH SHADOWS, feeling for the rough side of my key. After a few exploratory taps, I ease the blade into the lock then turn to face the Continue reading
To depict a loveless and macabre world—a world of the scarecrow acting as the Lord of blood-thirsty crows, of the harridan decked out as a beauty queen . . . a Continue reading
In Queens, New York, there is a room you can visit where dead animals stare plaintively at you. Two bears, black and brown, stand on their hind legs, claws outstretched. Caught Continue reading
FOR TWENTY-SIX SEPTEMBERS I’ve hiked up streams littered with corpses of dying humpbacked salmon. It is nothing new, nothing surprising, not the stench, not the gore, not the thrashing of black Continue reading