browsing archive: Winter 22-23

“During weather like this you can hear the corn growing,” Grandma Nila says, her elbow resting on the open window as she

What Comes Next Phoenix, Arizona: it’s January and it’s 65 degrees. He brings me a mug of warm coffee with just the

Svalbard Missive You make me grateful even a brook can have its favorite basin. I always say this time of year –

When You Asked Me To Tell You What Doesn’t Make Me Sad              Deployment Day 145 Redbuds. Garlic scapes. Toothwort belled up

Whale Shark Spots are like human fingerprints, and the plankton whorl in our palms while your mouth sieves the sea. Our backs

Tongue-Lick of Flame It’s been a hard summer, one long exhalation into the pout of heat, the backhand of drought owing its

Sevenfold Goodbye 1 Ponca We left sea level this morning, headed north on a highway gradually climbing. Now, on the brink of