Curious Clown Fish by Sara PlukaardThe Glass Between Us
I keep a pressed wildflower inside a heavy dictionary, its petals now the color of old parchment and brittle as a secret. It was picked in a meadow that has long since been paved over, a place that exists now only in the dry, flattened ghost…
The Geography of Belonging
Public space is rarely neutral. We design our parks and plazas with an implicit understanding of who is expected to occupy them and who is merely passing through. When we gather in these shared arenas, we are participating in a fragile social…
The Persistence of Bloom
In the quiet corners of a garden, one learns that growth is rarely a polite affair. It is a stubborn, muscular insistence. We tend to think of the natural world as a backdrop for our own human dramas, a passive stage set that waits for us to…