An inhalation of green so sharp with yellow, a shot of color in springtime, after a long winter, of TV shows and tires that ground the white down to forgettable gray day after day–it snowed this year into May. A cup for hands, opening buds, a smell like lilacs we imagine will bloom tomorrow.

A bean, uncurling from the gut, rose up, shedding clothing and was born. A girl to her mother’s  mother’s mother’s place– for thousands of years– a customary place, where every rock, snow and animal  had kept its first name. The sky, in every season was the only book. Heads bowed as hands worked, dough kneaded […]