Prose Mallow

Wildfires to the South

On northwest winds—and the scent will find your nose like nothing else.

Apr 26

5

3

January 2026

[morning playlist]

7 A.M.'s dressed in midnight's clothes.

Jan 3

7

November 2025

[twenty-one days]

It’s been twenty-one days since our run-in with those daylight thieves.

Nov 23, 2025

3

1

[daylight, taken]

I’m late to writing today but at least am writing again.

Nov 2, 2025

4

1

October 2025

[rehearsals]

A number of eastern phoebes chase each other across the yard, over the hedges, back and back again.

Oct 5, 2025

5

2

September 2025

[continent]

Letting the dog out back for her morning run.

Sep 28, 2025

5

[harpoon]

There are two large spiderwebs outside my door.

Sep 23, 2025

5

July 2025

[agglomera]

Humidity.

Jul 30, 2025

12

1

2

March 2025

[a southern somewhere before the equinox]

5:41 A.M.:—morning, a southern somewhere;

Mar 19, 2025

6

1

[arrhythmia]

I’ve been here and there. Mostly here.

Mar 10, 2025

12

3

2

February 2025

[itineraries]

Two mornings back, you and I got married in the middle of a storm.

Feb 2, 2025

11

4

January 2025

[a new year at the tundras]

What it means to write about the year, the year passed by, in its displacement, that the year is displaced, years never escape us, we escape nothing but…

Jan 3, 2025

2