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.
