A personal and poetic take on the Tower of Babel.

"Fragrance(s)" captures the fleeting impressions and ephemeral feelings of a summer's day.

On a cold day in April, Adib, an immigrant in Germany, wonders where life has fled and follows a trail of absence into the forest on the edge of town.

The mycelium in the world’s soil was withering. And now his research was this: registering all the decay, chronicling the death of entire ecological civilizations.

“Very rarely can the author of a story insert himself in one, for they can neither be participants nor observers; their roles are predefined and predestined as with all works of fiction.”

Is the universe coming full circle Finding itself, reflecting itself

Rays of sunshine, when you look again. A poem about second glances and falling in love.

As the coral reefs fall, climate change reaches its first catastrophic tipping point.

Anatoly encounters another episode of horror before coming across the shipment...

Natasha placed her freezing hands against the semi-truck’s heater and tucked into her parka. She listened to the storm that raged outside, to the rhythmic banging that came from within the container of her truck, and to the roaring engine that kept her safe from it all. A quick prayer later, and her hands were back on the wheel again. It was supposed to be a grade-A military vehicle, the finest there was, but the blizzard pummeled it as if it were one of the plastic toy truc

The Spider and the Deer

The third part of the Anthropocena alternates between Italy and Northern Sweden in the near future

You pulled back. Took your heart and left. You made your decision. I know that.