Author: Sofia Samatar
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Murmuration
You’d heard that it was possible in the city, in the autumn and winter months, to see the murmuration of starlings at dawn and dusk: the birds flocking together in a wavelike motion, making dazzling patterns in the sky to the rhythmic murmur of wings.
The Ghost of Evelyn Byrd
Evelyn Byrd Nelson Page. Evelyn Byrd Page Lee. Evelyn Byrd Beverly Lee. Evelyn Byrd Page Wood. The name proliferated, rising through history like an unquiet spirit.
Ordinary Miracles
A woman comes striding toward me, bearing two onions in her outstretched hand. Like a personification of the season, she passes me with a jaunty step, her face gilded with light and an expression of unrestrained joy.
The Voice of the City
The city speaks through its signs. Can you hear it? We Went Solar; So Can You. Mutt-urity Matters: Adopt or Foster an Adult Dog.
An Attempt at Exhausting Court Square
Bowtie has finally entered the court!
The Shadowy Street
The other day I was walking along College Avenue, a neighborhood I know well in all its seasons, when a perfectly unfamiliar house suddenly loomed up on one side of the street.
Desire Paths
The desire path doesn’t listen to me or you. It heeds a need. It responds to hunger. It is not exactly against authority; authority doesn’t figure in its calculations. It is not interested in the plan.
The Other Side
In the Friendly City, it’s worth noting, a dead end is not always dead to a pedestrian.