Their fascinating, morbid jewelry was beautiful and repulsive, but I couldn’t muster anything to say. I simply stood and ...

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I GREW UP watching bats. For the kids in my suburban Long Island neighborhood in the 1980s, late summer nights were synonymous with the winged creatures. We’d spend the day in the local wildlife ...

The French writer Colette (1873–1954) wrote this piece during World War I. It was first published in Excelsior, a French newspaper, on January 29, 1918. “DO YOU KNOW that in a passage between trenches ...

Rhizomes are the runners that many plants and trees (like sassafras, elder, Solomon’s seal, ferns, and mayapples) send forth as they spread outward from a “mother” plant into a proliferation of shoots ...

There is no one quite like Jeff VanderMeer. With his naturalist’s eye, philosopher’s heart, and extreme imagination, the man can set a singular saturated mood–one that positively vibrates with life, ...

I open the door to an unmarked structure in the art village. A dance beat suctions me into a sweaty crowd. The eyes of the moving bodies peek out from between pillowy parkas and winter hats. Inside ...

Start out as a free-floating larva, letting the ocean carry you where it will. It’s okay, you don’t need to see anything. Your eyes will grow in good time, when you’re ready for a place to land. When ...

It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars, and then back to the tide pool again. I WAS TWENTY-TWO years old that July of 1993 when the call came. I stood in my parent’s kitchen talking ...