The kiwis ripen in winter. The begins. After cosmic things finished big banging each other. Eve grew weary of the confines of a garden, followed the vine with her eye beyond the hill to the next valley. Adam got busy naming things with the in front over and over again, noun-ness, thus-ness he understood with practice. kiwis sprawl on a […]Read more "The kiwis ripen in winter."
Nuclear Winter My grandmother told stories of smoke and smudge to save her navel orange groves in a Florida freeze. Sometimes her work failed. Then each Christmas she shipped a crate of oranges so thin-skinned they had to arrive fast. Fruit so flame-y orange we fell in love with hand-squeezing, licked juice from our fingers. […]Read more "Nuclear Winter"