Apocalypse, 4 Ways When the grass stops growing no one expects that the trees, the vines, the roots will follow but they do follow and soon all earth has turned to verdigris dust. When it’s over we split one saved strawberry between us. What have we done to bring the world to such disillusion? The … Continue reading →

By Katherine McBride Everything Starts Someplace Different Motion is the first to go. Habitually learned: staying too long at the station, trains going coming going with sunlight flickering, skipping wheels and tracks. Almost night, she’s outstayed and out run. So spend your time translating a sun hinged on longitudes and seasons but always resting the … Continue reading →