Photo: redjar, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons She keeps failing to twirl a baton. She knows I’m watching her. She doesn’t look embarrassed. Her apparent composure confounds me. Some move through their lives at ease. She looks about five years old. She doesn’t...
They told me you were extinct in the visitors center a little plaque with your name outside we gather under the overhang as you dole out oil lamps they say it was the way you flocked that made you so easy to hunt, I’d say it’s your nail polish in the middle of nowhere...
Photos and Drawings by Eve Müller and Kelly Terwilliger. NOTE: This is an excerpt from a collaborative, book-length work (Water Questions) based on a series of 12 swims – one a month – in a different body of wild Oregon water. The authors fully immersed themselves in...
Photo: Porterhse, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons A one story cinderblock building sits on a low rise just beyond the park. The row of numbered doors is nearly obscured by overgrown shrubbery and prairie grass grows patchy over the parking lot. The sign out front:...
The building itself seems amusedby the idea of a straight line.Mirrors wink.Tiles grin.A giant wind-up figure pauses,mid-thought.Inside, a bicycle made of spoonsleans confidently against nothing.A visitor laughs,then stops, unsureif laughing is allowed.It is.Paintings...
Photo: ScottyBoy900Q at the English-language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons The grass is wet, dawn rinsing the sky pale as linen. Brick walls rise carefully,as if the fort does not wishto disturb the water.Cannons point outward,patient as old...
