Of Monarchs and Milkweed
With the cacophony of Interstate 35 traffic as a backdrop, Tyler Seiboldt stands on the side of the freeway with three other researchers, al...
With the cacophony of Interstate 35 traffic as a backdrop, Tyler Seiboldt stands on the side of the freeway with three other researchers, al...
I am nothing. You are right. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night. Floating all alone, I reach out, but no one's t...
I find myself, in my plush seat, going farther and farther away, sort of creatively visualizing an epiphanic Frank Conroy-type moment of my ...
off duty without a friend, a hobby to console me, or the price of a cinema ticket, what can I do? I enter a little shop down the road, furti...
I started thinking about smell, the strange olfactory world, and made a collection of evocative aromas. Rubber, naphtha, motorcycle dope, cu...
I took my seat at the microfilm reader and began to scroll slowly through the archives. For the first hundred years, as far as I could tell,...
The ocean is empty again. Here and there a small galaxy of scales marks where a bluefin swallowed a herring. The victim's scales swirl i...
We are becoming more and more relaxed with uncertainty, more and more relaxed with groundlessness, more and more relaxed with not having wal...
week one: pattern for knitted swimming trunks will pay postage week two: Record by The Turtles She’s Rather Be With Me willing to pay all co...
My mother is ninety and likes To wear a nice dress. But she is tiny. Size ten, and only five feet tall, she likes Colour, nothing too clingy...