In the warm, womb-like space of the cottage, the light from the open fire flickers and casts dull shadows of birds across the wall. On my gloved hand, a slender, lightweight and beautifully patterned female sparrowhawk. To my left, a smaller but no less impressive male. Both hawks emanate a quiet, self-contained calm. A fine balance of precision and coiled unsparing instinct, all contained within a gossamer skein of feather, skin, muscle and bone. They remind me of that thin slither of a moment just before a jack-in-the-box pops. Months ago these hawks arrived, via a vet, from the wild, injured. To have them legally in my possession is a rare pleasure.
The Falconer and the Hawks
After the Fact
In 2015, Peter Pomerantsev went to Donbas, Ukraine, to investigate war-zone propaganda
Travels in Pornland
Andrea Stuart explores the divide between mainstream and feminist porn
Sarah Gerard on life in one of America's more unconventional cults
Violence in Blue
Patrick Ball measures the undocumented police killings in the United States
Melissa Febos on the origins of her interest in dominating men
‘Swifts come closer than any other creature to living in the sky and having air and ceaseless movement as their home.’
In the summer of 1917 Robert Grainier took part in an attempt on the life of a Chinese laborer caught, or anyway accused of, stealing from the company stores of the Spokane International Railway in the Idaho Panhandle.
‘Can bad mothers be taught to be good? Or maybe, can we be incentivized to bond? To love?’