‘Sounds like a mast year . . . it’s a thing that happens to trees. But sometimes it happens to people too.’
Jane stuffed as many of her belongings into her purse as she could. She’d just been called to her boss’s office and she knew what that meant. Nothing good ever came from a visit to the boss’s office. If she was about to be fired, she wanted her things with her.
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘Marni on Mack. Mack in Marni. A little Mack and Marni. My head rushes. I want to watch, hear the sounds.’
‘They flavored their early stews with bacon. None of that stuff lasted long, though. That first day felt like a vacation in a wondrous new place. That feeling didn’t last long either.’
‘There is something about the presence of coyotes that makes any place feel wilder than it is.’
Diane Cook shares five things she’s reading, watching and thinking about right now.
‘The bewilderment was productive, and relit a good fire under my instinct, which I didn’t have to conflate with certainty.’
‘Here is the forest. Not just a forest, but a puszcza: a Polish word that means a world of trees which have never been felled since the first bands of human beings arrived to hunt here.’
