S.B. Merrow: Craving
I’m talking about a night we spend
in the same body on the same smooth stones
on the bottom of the dry river
when a storm comes.
August 17, 2020 · 3 Comments
S. B. Merrow: A Becoming Place
A pop-up wilderness west of the Piedmont,
folded land of sudden impediments
scored by creeks and runs
January 22, 2020 · Leave a comment
S. B. Merrow: Reading Half-Earth
E.O.Wilson says we already know
what happens to elephants—to us—
when families are broken, when
matriarchs and memories are lost.
November 16, 2019 · 1 Comment
