All This

by Lily Iona MacKenzie

Originally published on December 1, 2000

Everything seems new against the fire that now lights the world, blackbird not black but blueish green, its feathers notes for a violin. Even sea shells are pure color, the luminosity of peach, gold, and sandstone holding shapes in constant hunger. They sit on the bookcase, startled by themselves, inhabited by ocean, the sky, knobby [...]