August It is no easier to escape August than January – late summer lassitude bows the asters, curls the sunflowers just as the blizzard quiets winter. My hammock is my sled hurtling with frogs in first fall of alder leaves, swinging over plums fried on the patio, watching the squirrel choose soft figs over peanuts. […]Read more "August"
Cut cucumbers in half, scrape out regret. Cut halves diagonally. Add hunger, vinegar, sugar & mint. Stir. Let stand at room temperature 1 hr., explore existential angst as needed. Serve chilled, with rapturous longing.Read more "Care & Feeding"