MILESTONE BIRTHDAYS invite reflection. What have we put into the world in all this time? Are we what we imagined we’d be? A publication like Orion does not survive without contin ...

Soon, or before long, or at some point, we will know with the sureness of age what this all was about. That is what we were told. Soon we will know, for instance, who we are. How w ...

YUCCA FlLAT, Nevada, of the early 1950s is a diorama of modern America. Beneath desert stars a faux suburbia has been constructed, with ranch-style homes, utility poles, and pantri ...

The last time I visited earth I wore a skin of human flesh, vulnerable skin covering that body on its way to letting go, bones broken like the left-behind umbrella in a branch stor ...

Loop, WHORL, ARCH. Friction ridges that are yours and yours alone. Grasp, touch, feel, cling. And push away, using this most sensitive part of your body to cleave yourself from all ...

IT WAS ONLY THE ELEPHANTS and us and maybe some dolphins. By us, we mean the ones with opposable thumbs. The ones who could see our reflections and know: that’s us. Or not us, ju ...

I USED TO FIND Polyphemus moths in my backyard. This was in the 1970s, in Toronto. They had spots on their brown, black, and yellow wings that looked like eyes. They’d first been ...

DON’T WANT THIS to be the thing. I hate feeling guilty about stuff. But the thing is, I’ve run the numbers, and I’m pretty sure this is the thing. Have you ever done a tarot ...

THERE WAS ALWAYS a period of grief after harvesting the fields—when, after so many days of the combine coming through for the corn, the specks of husk shining in the long rays of ...