solitude

I did not find them. They found me. I was on the roof in the late afternoon, trying to fix one of the rotors on Municipal Drone-40. I’ve never been…

Hoary-headed Grebe from series, Small Deaths, by Kate Breakey, silver gelatin photograph, hand-colored with oil and pencils   * * * Hoary-headed grebes are usually silent. Their nests are a…

I go out only as instructed: once per day to move homebound muscles. When I hear the Yale lock click shut behind me, I reflexively pat my pockets; there’s no…