A Brigade of Precarious ACs Plays Its Droning Song
The heartbeat of the city is the steady drip-drip drip-drip of air conditioners.
The Sun Stops Traffic
A celestial body aligns with concrete and steel titans... Manhattanhenge approaches.
The Evening Sky Flowers In Flame
A searing screech salutes the dying light. Fireworks season is upon us.
Horseshoe Crabs Lay Eggs Under a Full Moon
Weaving between discarded dogfish heads and tampon applicator flotsam, they are crawling.
Night Comes in Through the Window
Your screen is a fluttering membrane onto the darkness. Night scratches its fur against the thin separator, seeping into your room through osmosis.
Trees Green and Eyes Redden
Your inflamed lids are weeping and your nose is running, for pollen is stirring.
The Morning Croon of Mourning Doves
Lie there, listening, as the morning chorus of backyard birds swells.
Lusty Heralds Call Into the Twilight
The spring peepers have defrosted to haunt the shores of ephemeral vernal pools.
The Grand Surprise of the First Butterfly
Winter has left us all a bit bedraggled around the edges.
The Crocuses Awaken
The crocus breathes out its feather-veined lavender and white petals, coalescing like warm words on a cold morning