Field Note: Letter from Blackthorn HillÂ
“In the field, looking and listening, I am never not a little bewildered.”—an essay by Hai-Dang Phan
“In the field, looking and listening, I am never not a little bewildered.”—an essay by Hai-Dang Phan
He sent me into a rapt confusion, looking and listening
The fragrance is sun and grit.
“I thought nature was complicated. I thought everything had been named.”—an essay by Monica Rico
years rioting
against the fallacies of form
“When I thought the birds singing outside my window were just birds, I was taking for granted my proximity to otherness.”—an essay by Jennifer Chang
“My neighborhood became most of my world.”—an essay by Michael Kleber-Diggs
what creature calls with notes
above the rattle?