by zamora | October 19, 2023
She grips the ice by its fingers,her skin slipping on its skinuntil she learns to use her nailsto catch hold. She can seeher hands through the icebut blurred as if moving, a screenfrom a movie, scene slowed downso shades drag into watercolors.When she kisses the ice,...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
To the man in the gray felt vest who lives in the building where I, too, live:who I pass Tuesdays and Thursdays when I’m on my way to yoga and you’re returning,presumably, home from work: One day we will eat boeuf bourguignon from mismatched china,our old dog Pistol...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Rand Mcnally’s Atlas Of The Continental Usa With maps, it’s all human...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
so much dependsupon a redBMW fresh polished afterthe rain beside the blackvalet
by zamora | October 19, 2023
I Wish One Word of the 171,476 in the English language was useful in describing us: haphazard maybe, maybe destined,unfolded like a leaf in spring, (the strength of which, opening, cannot be doubted), peripatetic, a...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
The End of Nothing: Shelter-In-Place Do nothing: advicefrom the Buddha which shadowsthe phase Standstillmarked in the I Ching It is not that the meekshall inherit the earth Because no one willNot exclusively It’s more like the waywe used to answer the...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
An ultra-rare mineral known as reidite was found deep within the long-buried Woodleigh Crater near Shark Bay, approximately 750 kilometers north of Perth, Western Australia. Reidite is only formed under the extreme pressure created when rocks from outer space slam...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
With an atmosphere composed of nitrogen and liquid methane, Saturn’s largest moon holds a stalled promise of life. Below its dunes and frigid darklands, submerged beneath a frozen crust, pools of water and ammonia — the harbor, the parent. (Six billion years it must...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
Elegy Remembering Our Climb on Looking Glass Rock Like a wet wool sweater, the humidity clung to me—but sprawled before us like a map’s textured shading, I could see ridgelines and shadowed drainage valleys,blue pockets of lakes and more gray rock faces ...
by zamora | October 17, 2023
The nursery at the foot of the hilldoes not sell privet—it sells pribet.As if the hedge were a croaking frog in a bend of the ribber. EberythingI know suggests they hab got it wrong, but I pay cash for my fibe-gallon bucket of pribet, dribe home, dig a...
