We believe in wars. We may no longer believe in formal declarations of war (not since December 1941 has Congress made one in our name), but that sure hasn’t stopped us from waging them.
At night, the trees bend hard. The crows are awake, chattering their secret language in the darkness.
So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.
He went out. Into the ocean’s black maw. To save. To rescue. Didn’t, as they say, come back. Death is funny like that, precise, dissolute.
I asked my grandmother after he left what was wrong with him. “The war,” she said acidly.
My mother was Italian, a passionate, sensuous woman who believed in fortune telling and heeding the voice of intuition, which was very strong inside her. She told me she had been born under a veil, meaning the amniotic sack at birth, and that this was the sign of her prophetic powers.