Mapping Edge
Mapping Edge Finger touched mapped faded edge, unending ink black shaped lines, tracing hillsides I walked as a child. Black tufted strokes, old rough pastures, where curlews once…
Root Mapping
Hommes sous Hommes, I
In 2005, I went to Palestine for three weeks with my parents, my wife and our daughter, aged two. We were invited to carry out workshops with young artists and…
From A Queer Ornithology
For those who delight more in the seed of things, I can say that these poems investigate queer, genderfluid indigeneity, and interspecies-relational philosophy through deep observation of wild birds.
Border Dreams
I never dream about maps. I used to draw them for a living. I have dreams about every other passion. It occurs to me that to dream about maps might…
Museum: Ursus americanus
On birches, bears, and the birth of farm animals: three new poems by Todd Davis.
Notes from the Field
An amateur entomological and botanical study in four locations, at five different times of day, by artist Anna Garrett.
A Place Older than People
New poetry of rocks and pigeons by Anne Haven McDonnell with accompanying work by artist Deborah Westmancoat.
The Lightning Way
I would often sit with my grandfather outside on the porch, watching the cloudbursts roll in from the horizon. They would come in thick, dark inky blue clouds heavy with…
Gold and Guano
“Thinking takes place in the relationship of territory and the earth,” wrote Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari in Geophilosophy, an essay published in their 1991 collection, What is Philosophy? Standing…
A Voice Leads through Space
The narrow lane from Llanrhaeadr to the waterfall. The slopes of Glan Hafon one side, Moel Hen Fache the other.
Editorial: Root Mapping
There is no map to the place we are going. We will be lost for a good, long time. — Eva Saulitis, Becoming Earth (2016) Between Vermont’s…