My daughter, not yet three, holds her newborn brother on her chest. In this scene, he’s spent most of his life asleep on
I wake to the cheddared moon outside my window, awake at this hour. My palms pressed to a warm mug, unable to see the
Italics taken from Joseph Nicéphore Niepce’s “Memoire on the Heliograph” From the book before me, Joseph Nicéphore Niepce limns instructions: fill half a glass