When Rory goes out to attend the funeral, he leaves me alone with the dark garden and this pile of hardbacks in my lap. I am concentrating so hard on…

People often comment when they meet my son, “He has your eyes.” His eyes are blue, like a clear sky at dusk, outlined with the dark vignette of encroaching night.…

The Fat Sonnets by Samantha Zighelboim Argos Books, June 2018 SPD / Bookshop / Amazon 88 pages – poetry   As a poet, and a self-identified fat woman, reading Samantha…

Rex Macadangdang offers a classic psychedelic pop sound with “That’s The Magic EP”. The instrumental variety of the EP is a true joy for there are a lot of risks…

The shells are so tiny, most mistake them for grains of sand. They are complete structures within themselves, with every detail of their sacred geometry still intact. Most of their…

Pirooz Kalayeh’s 100 Films serves as a meditation on the way that the pandemic has affected the entire world. Rare is the event that knows no borders influencing literally every…

SCARPA’s “tempvs fvckit” makes me long for the beauty and raw passion of the early aughts indie rock. I’m talking about Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Modest Mouse, that sort…

Wolves by Jeffrey Bolden Tolsun Books, November 2020 SPD / Amazon 152 pages – memoir/essays   “Wolves” by Jeffrey ‘Boosie’ Bolden, a review of the last book of a young…

First the Blue, Then the Bird The fan of feathers, the lift. The mind stumbles behind. At the coast, a neighbor shuffles her paisley skirt and feeds crows from her…

I’ve always been a breakfast person, thanks to the delicious meals I ate growing up in Hong Kong. Sometimes, breakfast was a scallion pancake topped with a fried egg; other…

I watch and love the birds most people fail to notice. Just another house sparrow, dressed in its dull buff. A handsome male is building a nest between the screen…

Photo Credit: Spring Bouquet Viburnum, Talitha May by Talitha May and Solomon Davis     “Hypervisibility is obscene; it lacks the negativity of what is hidden, inaccessible, and secret” —Byung-Chul…

This landscape is alive with wings. Two cuckoos are nesting in the hawthorn by our house. They spend their days sitting high on the telephone wires, waiting for unsuspecting starlings…

There are English words We tell to friends, Our relatives, family To mean, and say that we, me, have not Felt or seen what we have seen, here Such as…