Isle de Jean Charles is disappearing into the Gulf of Mexico. Fewer than sixty water-damaged houses remain and more than half of these are empty. in the past few years, the gravel that holds the three-mile road leading to the island has slowly eroded into the saltwater, forming jagged edges that lea…
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‘They queue up to pass, lap / like waves beside her, to receive the darshan / from her one, black eye.’
Poetry by Phoebe Power.
‘The other islands in the archipelago had their active volcanoes; now we had the men.’
An extract from Lauren Aimee Curtis’s forthcoming novel.
‘Our daughter had been born one month early, unbreathing. My husband and I drove to the last place we were happy.’
Memoir by TaraShea Nesbit.
‘I see a gull in a car park and they can see the place where it metabolised water into feathers, food into energy, oxygen into blood.’ Stephen Rutt on what isotopes can tell us about birds.
‘Under the skin, our skeletons / are braided with tendons – roses on an openwork arch’ Two poems by Beth Bachmann
‘Jacob spells ‘idiosyncratically’ and nods at the ‘That is correct,’ as if to say, ‘Damn right that is correct, lady.’’
