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I would be a plant in your garden and be happy for a short life, hearing nothing but your thoughtless song, watching you feel the sun...

In 1905, Mina Benson Hubbard led a successful expedition across the Labrador wilderness, then published A Woman’s Way Through Unknown...

after Jack Gilbert* We come home every morning after a walk, small marks of sweat in the underarms of our t-shirts; our lips entering the...

Oops! usually followed by a wink. A few times a month. How do you keep them all straight? Weekly, probably. Have you ever heard of...

I want to push our cities together like tectonic plates. under a fig tree in Greenpoint the light is looking strangled and my dress in...

They were heart-shaped lollipops stuck to your jumper, black raindrops splattered up your calves and across the hem of your Sunday best...

As the moon lifts her swollen self into the dulling sky, some ancient stirring pulls me to the wilderness, where, like an augur, I root...

How did you come up with the title? It came to me as I thought of the parallels between birth and sexual intercourse, between being a...

My mother knows a trick that turns grief to sugar and she hides it all in her ageing spine. Last winter, a sadness drenched my father-...

Why do the geese cross the road to the clinic? To get to the other side where the grass is taller and full of feed. They have no idea how...

The fallen leaves scatter like chickens. A squadron of ducks floats on the river, silently paddling upstream, hunting among the rocks and...

Less make-believe and more, belief-making - is the sea’s love for me. Under a commotion of jealous stars, it rushes around me emptying...

Emma Burger is a writer, healthcare professional, and end-of-life doula. She splits her time between Ann Arbor, Michigan and New York...

The restaurant is called La Petite Escargot. When the chef’s daughter starts learning French, she tells him the name is wrong. “Escargot”...

In whorls of tea-grass, here is where he’d stripe his line of spotted brindle. Born of a paintball ootheca—spread to splatter, hundreds...

You are gorgeous, actually in ochre and gold the way the light holds you, glowing like a firefly under frosted glass, the ripple of your...

I’ve always lived by water so that means there’s always been an exit. The promise of distance slipped under my skin, so I can barely...

i hate to wear orange but i can never resist picking the jewelweed flowers which dot the green of county riverbanks—one of five or so...

Hollow like the leg bone of a bird Fragile like the finger bones of bats Both options offer lightness and allow for flight. Spaces ribbed...

The way your chicken pox scar looks like my name, tattooed across your heart. I joke it’s intentional, you love me, can’t live without...