I’m reading Diane diPrima’s Revolutionary Letters outloud to myself I’m feeling radicalized and near hysterics I’m calling politicians and having voice-to-voice conversations with staffers…
I decided to claim more space But I chose the opposite What are the words I would go to: hunger// longing// love When you…
1. the surprising kindness of strangers 2. the smell of those sugared holiday peanuts & cashews 3. the first snowfall 4. when you make…
We all live in loops, nightmaring and wilding our own narratives. It is no high-fantasy, but we invent our sparks. Yesterday, I walked the…
What I love: rough cut onion. Splitting a rooty carrot late in the kitchen. Tossing in sprouted garlic, one blind potato, the wayward lovage…
On the morning of my sorrow I soak the beans. In the face of grief separate stems from the garden chard. Admire purple veins…
How in this light Anya emails the listserv: Too many figs: Come and take. On her porch, weathering bags. Inside, ripe stars: Dark puckers,…
As soon as you’ve taken her down skin her. That hide holds heat. You’ll be tempted to wrap yourself in her. Don’t. Cool the…
So difficult to fall asleep, so difficult to wake up. For each you must fully commit. Children used to play jacks sitting on a…