Folklove
Decorated cookie hearts, emblazoned with various names, hang from blue and pink ribbons.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about love songs. I’m attracted to them as a form, and moreover, to the idea of what they can teach us, and what we can learn from looking for the love song in a particular story or poem or in the world around us. I think about how difficult a form […]

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Slack
Johanna wakes to a white-bellied blur, a frantic smudge of a bird looping the motel room. It jerks sideways, something hunting or hunted, bounces off the window and scrabbles at the mirror. Its wings pop so loudly, the sound ricocheting off the pressboard walls, that at first she thinks there are dozens of them. Hundreds. [...]
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New Guinea Fishing Song
Alone in his canoe, a New Guinean man begins to sing, hoping his song will charm fish to his net. Although the sea is dead calm, this is small comfort to him, as its glassy surface is a closed door and reveals nothing of its bounty. It shows only his reflection. The fisherman hopes to [...]
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