I have a short triptych out today in Hobart!
I had a great time talking with Ashley Piccone from Wyoming Public Radio about the importance of word choice in science communication. Meaning is shaped at multiple levels within the communication process, even in the definitions of single commonly-used words. Being more attentive to word choice helps us think more deeply about how we can prevent misunderstandings, build trust, and meaningfully connect with people.
One of my photographs was featured in the new Murmuration section of Orion Magazine.
View the full issue here.
“To be effective communicators we must have a deeper appreciation for how language and ideas are reshaped in context”
Read the full article on the importance of word choice in science communication in Issue 102 of Bulletin of the Ecological Society of America.
New words up today on Essay Daily!
…I had been working on an essay about fragments: fragments of bone, fragments of light, and what the space between these fragments can embody. I’m learning to pay attention to these spaces. A lot can happen in the subtext, in the distance between things, in the space of what is left out, in the time between December 21st and March 16th…
Two poems up now in the latest issue of Minding Nature, a publication from the Center for Humans & Nature.
LUNAR ECLIPSE OFF EXIT 88
Somewhere in Oklahoma,
speeding through scrubby darkness,
we pulled off the highway on Exit 88…
WHAT GOULD’S MAGPIE HAS STOLEN
For its feathers, the prism of light
that broke its blacks into iridescence…
Published this week in the lovely Winter issue of Hawk & Whippoorwill
…Because I could descend
in the chasm of dissolution
between the layers of sandstone
to where life is pressed like petals,
I began to sense the land’ s lungs
beneath the soil, see the hardness of the desert
and understand that here,
life is not to be presumed…
Two pieces featured in the Artwork section of The Fourth River, Issue 0.5:
Published today in Issue 6 of Sky Island Journal
My first gasp was over the wide Sheepscot River,
mama panting in the speeding car,
holding me in…
Published this month in Entropy‘s “The Birds” series
ODE TO A ROCK DOVE
A blackbird taken apart
by a raptor is not the same
as the nestling pigeon,
wet from rain,
run into the
And of course it was a pigeon—
dirty dirty bird—
what they will,
you wish the authorities
would restore its name to dove,
dove, with all the potential
For isn’t that part of it?
We are a nation
in love with the idea
of pulling oneself up
by the bootstraps,
even as we call them pigeons,
even as we crush their bodies
as we inch forward dumbly
in our commute of tedium.
This ode is to the bird
that hadn’t yet grown feathers
with which to rescue itself
(and was given
no second chances)
so join me, reader,
with the same empathy
extended to the underdog,
and imagine its life if lived:
Imagine the search
for cold fries under a table
in pursuit of sustenance and survival
Imagine the spin and flash
of emerald and royal purple
in the drive to mate and remake
Imagine the power
of full-fledged wings
in the rush of rising up
up above traffic
up above streets
up above city
to look down on all of us.
Published in the Spring/Summer issue of the Aurorean
Among high ponderosas in Arizona,
I remember Maine’s white pines—
how after climbing them,
their clear sap drew pieces of that homeland
straight into my hands….
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