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poem

  • magnolia and barbed wire.

    In the winter months it’s easy to forget that there are whole lives lived in the interiors of the city blocks, but when the spring comes and the trees bloom, I suddenly remember. The…

    April 18, 2013 10 Comments
  • the green fields of the mind.

    Around my sister’s table on Saturday night, we ate an autumnal feast of butternut squash risotto and kale salad made with October’s sweet leaves, and fresh, thick slabs of salmon crunched up with hazelnuts…

    October 15, 2012 11 Comments