A Lingering Blush of Cold Dawn
Our star now breaks above the horizon at eminently reasonable hours.
Escape the City in Corridors of Fir and Pine
Like the Great Birnam Wood moving to Dunsinane Hill foretelling the downfall of Macbeth, a forest is invading New York City.
Golden Carpet of Rancid Butter
The putrescence you hopscotch around is the smell of butyric acid, the smell of nausea.
A Brigade of Precarious ACs Plays Its Droning Song
The heartbeat of the city is the steady drip-drip drip-drip of air conditioners.
Milkweed Blooms Draw Monarchs
On a hill of former trash, monarch butterflies find a haven.
A Great Fallen Forest Lies In the Street
For our third edition, we survey the sidewalks strewn with evergreen.