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…
A snail never trusts its surroundings so is always moving somewhere until it ends up in a pot with butter. Is that how you…
They say that if you eat the petals of a blue orchid you will become as beautiful and fragile as a blue orchid. I…
mad, the foreigner, skin, like an almond, with a neck, with a beard, streaked, denuded, somebody equivocal, thin measure of gold, old gold coin,…
entwined silk, unknown water, moon tooth, sparrow’s cackling. Source: Morse, W. J. “What’s In A Name.” Soybean Digest 11.3 (1951): 22-24. Dave Snyder is…