
On Cold-Weather Vegetables
Gnarled sweet potatoes, tips curling like the feet of witches. Hubbard squashes, big enough to sit on, warty, blue. Mushrooms flaring their gills. Back in July, the tomatoes and corn the Continue reading
Gnarled sweet potatoes, tips curling like the feet of witches. Hubbard squashes, big enough to sit on, warty, blue. Mushrooms flaring their gills. Back in July, the tomatoes and corn the Continue reading
My son has stage four cancer. I can write the sentence, and I can explain the diagnosis, but I cannot wholly believe it. Reason tells me that Jesse is likely to Continue reading
We were old. We were weathered. We lost our youthful looks. We dotted Japan’s coastline. We stood at human height, sometimes taller. They called us “tsunami stones.” Our faces were carved Continue reading
“Could it be that inherited objects can be outlines of our incomplete secrets?” Continue reading
Something about the rich changing smells of nature both comforts and exhilarates me. I cherish aromatic memories, and I am fascinated by the way we humans like to bathe ourselves in Continue reading