The Burning
TWO SHEEP PEERED OUT the window of a Tesla next to us, their woolly rumps bumping together each time the driver hit the gas. Cries rang out from the back seat Continue reading
TWO SHEEP PEERED OUT the window of a Tesla next to us, their woolly rumps bumping together each time the driver hit the gas. Cries rang out from the back seat Continue reading
I. Wildflowers Such color, such petal-work on the trail behind our village: Queen Anne’s lace, daisies, goldenrod, wild pea, purple vetch, thistle, meadowsweet—I gather them, remembrance of splendor, to bring home Continue reading
ON A DARK NIGHT LAST SPRING, I followed my thirteen-year-old son quietly around our house, climbed a wooden stepladder that straddled our trash barrels, and struggled up behind him through Continue reading
I GREW UP IN THE NO NUKES ERA, first dragged to protests by my hippie parents, then attending by my own volition. If you’d asked me in the 1980s what I Continue reading
I’M A SUCKER FOR ENCHANTMENT, especially when it arises from unlikely places. By a year and a half into the pandemic in the fall of 2021, I had become increasingly frustrated Continue reading