Why Feathers?
They’re smaller than a breadbox but bigger than a beauty quark. Some are fluffed, some hooked, some slick as black-ice road. Some hide so...
From the tree top
I climb into a bare-dead desert tree before sunrise and get out binoculars and a journal. The ground is frozen, sky clear, patches of...
Of Manuscripts and Meetings
On election day, I took my dogs on a walk and finished listening to the audiobook Parable of the Sower  by Olivia Butler. This dystopian...
Scythians
A long time ago, before Genghis Khan, there were women, on horses, known loosely as Scythians. They rode in small nomadic clans, and rode...
I will stay if you will stay.
A shooting star fell outside my bedroom window the other night. It was dark and cold with no moon, a white diamond, falling fast toward...
We're not going back, but maybe we should.
Bob Marshall was stranded in the rain 108 miles from the nearest settlement when his name appeared on the front page of the  New York...
Iggy Pup
Little Iggy Pup has been living with me here in Salt Lake City since my oldest daughter, his real mom, moved to Pittsburgh nine months...
To All the Members of the Nature Writing Community,
November 6, 2024 — I imagine that this morning is not an easy one. Perhaps, like me, you are feeling sad, uncertain, hurt, scared, angry,...
The Feathers
So I will provide the feathers. I am staying as much as possible out of grief and fear. I realize I need to work harder on the...
What Have I Got To Lose?
What do you do to challenge yourself? What does escape mean in the context of the pandemic? In today’s That Thing With Feathers, Torrey...