"I feel that one of my missions in life is to chip away at the idea of human exceptionalism, the idea that humans have transcended or risen above an animal nature and are in some way superior to other species."
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I bore the badlands, burned my birth certificate in a sweat of cedar. Shed light upon the burial. So obsessed with stars I toiled with the earth, knowing nothing of the sacred, where
In a cafe this morning I jammed my toast with a knife as I listened to a pair discuss how to brand comfort, one of them maintaining that good design is dependent
I see a shadow at the edge of everything, dear friend, I see a darkness, anhinga with its ink wings wide. Some mornings the world smells of ocean, others of rust. Some
Allergies 2 I didn’t know you could be allergic to cold water. Reactions can range from hives to death—though yours have always been mild.Summer came late this year, the lake full of fresh
Shock On Friday before Halloween weekend I was, at long last, pregnant. I’d taken the day off to prepare for my favorite holiday and to go to my first ultrasound appointment as
Particles Dark matter moves the universe away from itselfhold your breath the matter with no name
This painful stonetooth has nothing to grindagainst but sky.All your panickyrage is coffined,it’s tamped in, deeper than I amtall. Nothing to fearnow but the poison’sown loneliness,standing here,saying its charm, as if to
More than once, I have cried for what’s gone. Some nights, I wonder what happens to the dead beneath the earth: my grandfather, his body resting in one of the graves in this town where
Gates Pass At the moment of her death,the cactus wren dive-bombs her own nest.Feathers and twigs tanglein white thorns.Saguaros throw up their armsunable to slow the sun.Chollas turn lustless.Sweating and cold along
I’ve been dreaming of whales. Orcas, in water so clear and blue it makes me yearn for something I can’t place. In the dream, I’m in a kayak on the clear blue