The concept of time of emergence (ToE) is defined as the time at which the signal of climate change in a given variable emerges from a measure of the

In the place where rivers meet near the temple of forest we once lived with wavering shadows of darkness, light, and the fruits that grew from our

1. Every year the Year of the Weevil, Dead bees sprinkling the gravel, Honey and harvest laced with ricin, Muir Woods blazing, kyrie eleison. Withered

The chipmunks have eaten my first Brandywines,      the New Girls all clustering thick on their vines are riddled with holes and are hanging like rags,

I will feed it to you        from my cold hand all its eggs bobbing               and in each, an eye, asleep. You hold it on your tongue and

I take your books to bed with me, enchanted by the history of how you’ve lived and where you’ve been— your days of fortitude or sin, your years of

little queen of take of squeal & swallow her kingdom tugs at her bidding its heavy tides her fists like pin curls spring against the light everything

All that we didn’t know to mourn, we fished for: the slick scales of a blue morning breathing, the gilled ghost of moon we fished for, its slick scales of

I’m waiting up late for this great moon to burn out. Certainly, soon, its bulb must pop in a white heartstop fission of light, and small bats dance the

Who loved me when I was a tough-skinned melon—a lump of red coal—the porous lip of a dug-out skunk hole? I have only a small amount of magic now. Spells

Look up mammal > prompts the phone, unprompted. I do           look up, mammal that I am: the scarred parasol          beech—gray-skinned

I had two baby girls at once and named them for the rose trees on either side of my front door. Snow-white, Rose-red. Their father had already left us,

It was literally raining fish of all descriptions—sharks, tuna, porpoises! —James R. Smallen, on a hydrogen bomb test and the ensuing tidal wave in the

It was literally raining fish of all descriptions—sharks, tuna, porpoises! —James R. Smallen, on a hydrogen bomb test and the ensuing tidal wave in the

Traveling through the Atacama Desert we drive into a lake of salt— el salar, they call it: a white crust that some Frenchman called lunar, despoiling, dry

The child is sick. Pale, listless, and not yet one year old. His mother holds him close, feeds him spoonfuls of syrup, vials of bitter drops, and all the

Box step. Feather step. Whisking. Winging. Weaving steps in the shape of a grapevine. Swiveling hips and pulling arms: flossing, flossing. Feeling the