Lawns Present a Fleeting Moment of Unnatural Perfection
Has there ever been a more perfect symbol of human triumph and hubris than an expanse of perfectly clipped grass?
Ducks Arrive In Fantastic Feathers
Ducks are not like the rest of birds.
A Lingering Blush of Cold Dawn
Our star now breaks above the horizon at eminently reasonable hours.
Golden Carpet of Rancid Butter
The putrescence you hopscotch around is the smell of butyric acid, the smell of nausea.
City Shadows Fragment the Fall Foliage
Notice how the trees shift from sun to shadow as the earth turns.
Air Becomes Crisp, Pumpkins Appear
Pumpkins are appearing on stoops, balconies, and bodega storefronts.
Poised Between Light and Dark
As the warmth fades from our streets, the light slowly ebbs from our sky.
Marsh Birds Wade On a Fragmented Shoreline
Some birds visiting the city may find a haven in acres that have been reclaimed for wetlands.
Our Shores Awash In Brine
Salt water meets fresh and their clenching embrace thrusts the saline line of the Hudson up and down from the Battery to Poughkeepsie.
Abandoned Lots Become Feral Gardens
It seems to be a no man’s land, a tiny, untended place that is unclaimed by either the office building or the grocery store alongside it.