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Amorphophallus titanium: The Corpse Flower, dormant for 10 years, opens its eight-foot petals, blood-red on the inside, green without, a single phallic-shaped leaf rising 20 feet from the center, stench of rotting flesh in the...

Isadora Duncan. Pioneer of Modern Dance. Survivor of an impoverished childhood. A bohemian, feminist, Darwinist, communist, an advocate of free love with two children born out of wedlock. She loved her oversized red scarf,...

First they were her bones, then they weren’t, and now they are again. Found in the Pacific on the island of Nikumaroro in 1940, said to be the remains of a man instead of the first woman to fly across the Atlantic in ‘32, gone...

She enters her cab and smells last night’s driver. the Old Spice, the sweat. Cigarette ashes swirl inside the glass gondola as she pushes the steel door closed, folds herself into the hard cup of her seat and prepares to boot up...

Each stair she climbs is a latticework of steel with a view to the dock and water below. As she pulls herself up the ladders and steps, the sounds of semis and strads charging to life are farther and farther away. The grumble of...

These hands, gnarled now from the sacks and cartons, ship- borne, weighted with apples, filled with nails, hard onions and beans tilted and thrust upon the stacks below deck, the juncture of thumb and forefinger that grasped and...

I am the only woman. I don’t want to appear weak. So I learn to wear their armor, the armor they wear that says I am tough, I can take anything, I don’t need a union, or it’s safety rules. The dirtier I get the...

Winter like a gnawing beaver, our marching, pulpy legs almost giving out. The stark, cold landscape straps like a whip. Dreaming of spring dreaming of color, longing for cherry blossoms fruit plump and flavored, crimson dense,...

There might have been several drinks more than a teenager should the summer skin around us, temperatures orange and red, life cruising fast. We were all about a dare — bottle high out the window my arm poised for a pitch,...

I meet Thich Nhat Hanh between the Terminator and Backdraft. His robes blazing orange, moving like a mobile bouquet of poppies with his tightly formed entourage. When he enters into the que, our eyes meet and my belly jumps like...