iA tree hulks in the living-room, prickly monster, our hostagefrom the wilderness, preludeto light in this dark space of the yearwhich turns again toward the suntoday, or at least we hope so.Outside, a dead…
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trips to my parents’ house almost always mean foraging. i take walks to the beach to collect sea shells, tuck a pair of scissors into my pocket to gather cedar clippings, and yank down…