Home, at Last The backyard is crumbling. Masked men with machetes butchered the hedges. The pool is a hydrothermal vent where the bacterium LUCA enjoys the floats. Where there isn’t dirt, the grass is coarse and tan. Rabbits have pledged allegiance to a new kind. Squirrels scurry up the trees, hiding forever behind soft, white,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Peter Crowley”