August 2022 • Part I
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.”
― Sara Baume
July 2022
“July, that lovely hell, all
velvet dresses and drapes
stuffed into a hot little hole.”
— Laura Kasischke
Hockey • 2022
The legs feed the wolf.
Read More Hockey • 2022June 2022
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — Steinbeck
Read More June 2022May 2022
“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,
Read More May 2022April 2022
When bullying April bruised mine eyes
With sleet-bound appetites and crude
Experiments of green, I still was wise
And kissed the blossoming rod.
– Cecil Day-Lewis
March 2022
March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab
Read More March 2022The Smithsonian • 2022
Sometimes when I’m swimming, I think that maybe someday I’ll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I’ll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display. — David Duchovny
Read More The Smithsonian • 2022February 2022
“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
― William Shakespeare
January 2022
“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
A Place For Everything. 