Brown-winged Kingfisher in the Sundarbans by Saniar Rahman RahulThe Edge of the Wild
We often speak of the city as a closed system, a fortress of brick and glass designed to keep the wild at bay. We build walls to define where the human ends and the untamed begins, forgetting that these boundaries are merely lines drawn on…
A Sky Of Limbs by Jack HoyeThe Reach of What Remains
There is a specific silence that follows the shedding of a tree. It is not the silence of peace, but the silence of an inventory being taken. I remember the oak in my childhood backyard, the way its branches once held the weight of summer humidity…
Light at The End of the Tunnel by Jose Juniel Rivera-NegronThe Architecture of Arrival
I have always found the metaphor of the tunnel to be a bit tired. It is the sort of shorthand we use when we want to talk about struggle without actually doing the work of describing it. We treat the exit as a foregone conclusion, a tidy resolution…
