Wait until the rain pauses, we said. Give yourselves a break. Let the planet breathe.
they knew / a paradise like this / can only be built / by people like them
Piedad launched herself over the city’s crater, from the heart of Paradise of the Abyss: a beacon of new ecologies twirling out multispecies habitats of topical flora and fauna, where creche raised Piedad could live a life of creativity and abundance.
Lab Visits with Chimeras […] what it means to be / human, humane, inhumane, nonhuman, humanoid, posthuman, / but also synthetic, emergent, golemic, intelligent—
The trees have overtaken the world again. We’ve had to learn to live in them, around them, to let their roots be ours. The heartwood of each tree is a sacred object, as it should have been for years. The flowers fill us with tenderness.
When you venture into the past, your clothes
must fit the time, so stick with linens, cottons, wool.