Rain, on Earth and Other Bodies
The gore of blood rain seems tame when it’s raining dead frogs, fish, or birds.
Gwyneth Findlay is an editor living in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, where she mentally and physically collects world maps. She graduated from Calvin in 2018 with a degree in writing and minors in French and gender studies.
Where Do Babies Come From?
Bringing a child into this world can require ingredients more dire and gruesome than puppy dog tails.
I Can’t Stay Here
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
Rereading The Balloon Tree
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
Aberdeen, As I Walked It in 2021
I’ve seen what makes this place valuable, what compels me to call it home.
I Think You Should Listen to This Album
Ramsay is creating a version of himself who can create a masterpiece, even if he is destroyed in the process.
Nail Polish Comfort Zone
After my team’s crushing defeat, I gave up nail art.
Tollers
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
Dead Baby Seagull
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
Waking Nightmare
No one ever saved me; no one ever knew I needed saving.
Recommendation: Solstice Sunrise
By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.
Harry and Me
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
Six-Rose Eulogy
Most bits of rock and sea glass in the tin on my mantle are from Aberdeen, but I will know this one for your home.
Two Poles, Both Alike in Dignity
The initial descent, which for Lil Nas is as simple as grabbing the pole, is trickier from the Moon.
What If Nobody is Out There?
Humanity has built itself to incredible heights over 315,000 years.
Reckless
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
All the Light We Cannot See
SDSS, for all its millions of observations, has only mapped a fraction of a fraction of the objects in 35% of that sky.
Cloud Out Loud: No Heaven Without Liberation
In “No Heaven,” my words are basically a prayer and a wake-up call. I want to dedicate my healing to the healing of others whenever possible.
The Ethics of Iron Farming
Still, naturally sourced iron barely meets the demands of even a one-step-above-casual player. Enter: iron farms.
Do Not Send For Perry
Mr. Knightley’s position and relevance to the Woodhouse family are not once explained in this film, and if the representation in Clueless is inaccurate, then I still have no idea why he’s always around.
It’s Lovely Here Today
Generations survived by this resource that I now visit a few times a week for a pleasant view and a whipping fresh breeze.
Félicette
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
Jammed
I did not need thyme. Or brown sugar. Or the lime.
Top Ten Map Projections
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Lambing Season
Like wearing florals, writing about new life for spring is groundbreaking.
Awed By Her Splendor
I wonder if humanity has loved anything as long as it has loved the moon.
20-Second Myths
Tzunuum was a plain, humble hummingbird; so simple that she had no dresses or jewelry for her wedding.
Across the Ocean Blue
Pursuing a dream in English-speaking Europe is the vanilla ice cream with sprinkles of international travel for a North American.
Embodied, Pt. I
Bodies fail our expectations; that is what it is to be embodied.
Why You Cheer for Every NHL Team
You know what a town car is. You’ve never watched a game on a screen smaller than 52″. You owe a debt to Henrik Lundqvist. You remember the 1994 Stanley Cup, even if you weren’t alive.
