🧵Open submissions call! I recently took on a new position as Associate Editor of Creative Nonfiction at ISLE: Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment. If you have work that intersects people+nature in some significant way, I want to see it! Read on for submissions criteria...

Me to 5yo: Please walk faster, I want to get home. Also me: 5yo, hold my bag, and the umbrella, and the raincoat, I have to chase down this insect and confirm it is not a bee. 15 minutes later... Look at this beauty. Bumblebee robberfly, not currently assassinating anything smaller than a raisin.

I downloaded the paper and the supplementary files. The raw data is in Chinese, which I can't read. I used Google Lens for a glimpse ("Wild birds fly to the wilderness, porpoises are in the new spring waves. My life's faith is one chapter, and it is spread a hundred times."). I stopped because...

Deep-dove into the supplementary data to find this gem: "Emerald woods embrace the cliffs' bold line, painting the sky's hue where river and reflection twine. | Porpoises chased moonlight on silvered tides, as dragons summoned storm-clouds loom in sight."

Ok, bear with the shaky-cam (it is my signature special effect as an overenthusiast), but would you take a look at this blessed date palm? Rosy-faced lovebirds, common pigeons, and gila woodpeckers (I think?) all nesting in the same date palm tree crown. Phoenix, AZ.

🧵"It is characteristic of the scribble to resist being anything and to be part of the move; on the move, just as the scribbler is [...] The line takes time and is time as a temporal trace, thus the scribbler [...] and the scribble [...] are forms of growth and return [remaining] unfinished, always."

There are many horrors, but today my kid asked me what was the best poem I ever wrote, and I read it to her, and then she said she would write a poem, which turned into a story, which turned into a comic, and isn't it a gift to watch a child develop narrative and visual literacy in the 2020s.