by nicole | Nov 19, 2020
Trail Notes caution: this trail is over 60 kilometres in length to reach the end tramp through deadfall and gorge, trip over clatters of glacial scree imprint the tread of your hiking boot into a geology of retreat it is intended for fully equipped, experienced...
by nicole | Nov 19, 2020
The left your twin scimitarred years past the scar hidden beneath its diminished crescent you tomorrow flayed and sliced east to west nipple to breast bone for the rest of life the surgeon promises the ditch cut deep and clean tissue stitched to clean incisions fade,...
by nicole | Nov 19, 2020
My sister Luna is a porcelain bowl filled past the meniscus. My sister Luna is a pleated grey skirt, a calculus textbook a C++ code for rendering matrices, and a mechanical pencil. My sister Luna is a hummingbird feeder strung from the backyard apple tree. My sister...
by nicole | Nov 19, 2020
Stinkin hot. That was Evan’s phrase for describing the weather that summer. He dropped it into daily conversations and typed it at the beginning of texts and emails (Still stinkin hot here). It surfaced in his mind first thing when he got up in the morning and felt...
by nicole | Nov 19, 2020
New Yorkers never cook. Their kitchens go unused because the city has everything they need. A New Yorker’s life revolves around being outside the home—out at bodegas buying aspirin, at bars clinking cocktails. Their apartments are smaller. The city is their home. And...
