I am a bag of organs on stilts walking around a solid world. The only ways I have to peer out of the dense particulation of myself are my eyes to see photons, my ears to hear airborne vibration, my nose to sense airborne chemicals, my tongue to do nearly the same, and my skin […]Read more "Meditation forbidding mourning"
My first two stories at VOA News are figuratively hot off the presses! The first was an explanation of the Supreme Court’s recent decision to overturn patents on specific genes, which, unlike many court cases, had plaintiffs on both sides of the aisle walking away smiling. The second is MY FIRST RADIO PIECE! Reporting on […]Read more "Patenting genetics! And GLBT health in South Africa."
On the train in front of me there are a woman and a young boy. The boy is plump and startled-looking, and the woman is fat and ugly and carries a carved walking stick. They do not smile. They sit in front of me and suddenly they are deeply involved in some crisis; the woman […]Read more "The ugly woman the scared boy the scowling man"
Y’all are amazing, and I can’t overstate how useful it is hearing about how news works over at the Philadelphia Inquirer, and the Sacramento Bee, and Wired. How about after this whole mess is over the fourteen of us start our own newsy business? “The Young Scientist’s Report,” we’ll call it. Or, “Modern Microscope.” Ew. […]Read more "Dear Mass Media Fellows,"
After several whirlwind weeks of typing and clicking out final exams, in which I got progressively squintier and paler; two days of packing my Brooklyn apartment, my houseplants, my trusty new bike, and my boyfriend into a U-Haul; four days of blissful dizzy rest in the wet green woods where I grew up, looking for […]Read more "The next bit"
At the end of the day they peeled off their crusted stockings, furrowed in blankets, the soft soiled bedding of stuffy dens, gasped for air sweat and sleep on the first dense night of summer, one sore pair of ankles for every room in the city.Read more "The 22nd of May"
The following contains material from a recent talk with a chinstrap penguin, interviewed near his summer home on the shore of the Ross Sea. “It were horrible,” said Moe the penguin on a gusty, frigid Wednesday. “I were just mindin’ me own fish business, and it were clear water all the way to icy bottom […]Read more "Leopard seals: A troubling nuisance"
I lean my whole weight into the barn door, and out of the darkness two horses mutter at me. Two barn cats perch delicately in the gloom to my left. Two gleeful dogs boil noisily about my ankles and slip into the cool shaded dark. I walk down the aisle, surrounded, and speak to all […]Read more "In Relation to the Ground"
When I was about sixteen, I came home from school. “I think I have a new hobby,” I told my mother when I walked into the kitchen. “What is it?” she asked me. “Evolutionary biology,” I said. She’s never stopped laughing about this. Neither have I. It’s a strange hobby. In the years since, I […]Read more "Talking to Squid"
Over the past few weeks, swings have grown on my campus. Overnight, they emerged: simple red planks of wood hanging on long white ropes from sturdy branches of trees, anonymous and silly. They happened everywhere, eight or ten of them strung about my small school. After trying a few of them, I found that one, in particular, was a perfect swing—a bit challenging to start out on, but once it got going it would soar to the height of the big tree’s branches. I put stirring music on my headphones and smiled benignly at the amused stares of onlookers, closed my eyes, remembered my childhood’s afternoon school recesses. The upswing felt like flying, and the backswing felt like bowing to the sky.Read more "Journal Post: Covert Ops"