we put our faith in a few packetswho knows how they were saved, whose hands touched eachit was welcome distraction…
it’s not a kind of preparedness any of us prepared for — hindsight in slow waves but a tumultuous…
“In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For…
despite the flurry late capitalist chaos, and quarantine here, self-imposed a nearly ten month old. near springtime again a backyard…
science and museums say, once a summer, if that but despite gripping, hurtful fatigue all is bountiful and much a-bloom
she arrived, it is spring a bouquet each day and night now, nearly summer and still we dream of monsoons
in anticipation of Nora’s arrival hours spent pacing, laying tears, and dream of monsoons and of course the flower moon
counted the days, minutes, thunderheads brewing each afternoon breath held before each downpour more today, please knowing it again wouldn’t…
weak, or so thought and felt when knees wobbled hard and i barely made it through the door if anyone…
we knew she was on her way having rescued her at dusk it was the kind of anticipation, kind of…
august makes two years, so now it’s a second spring maybe one day i’ll make enough money for less concern…
angel’s trumpets, moonflowers, jimson weed, datura. there’s a long list of names for this seductress who’s grown exponentially this summer….
july has left me all but completely discouraged. gnats or something like them have completely eaten our basil plants. the…
twenty-something weeks, one band of afternoon light heat here, still. underscore unbearable. yet-enough to illuminate the greatest of gifts
what started as a small container of rosemary when we first moved in last august bloomed into a literal obsession-…
come august, we will have lived in this amazing dunbar adobe for a full calendar year. so far this summer,…
convinced that these pomegranates are ornamental- with a much thinner, paler skin than ones found in grocery stores. it’s too…
two months into my composting experiments. growing up in Chicago- my family never composted. no one i knew ever mentioned…
this gorgeous specimen’s growth was quite stagnant for the last several months. on a whim this winter, i trimmed back…
presumably, there’s a point in a baby’s life where the parents cease counting how many weeks old they are, and…
these prickly pears have had healthier days. every few weeks, we give them a good hose-down to remove cochineal buildup-…
these opened after sunday’s first big monsoon. only two of the sunflower seeds i planted chose to grow. this is…