October 12, 2010
The Hum of Amber
The smell of old beeswax always pulls me back to the wooden banister of my childhood home. It was a scent that...
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October 11, 2010
The Weight of the Soil
There is a quiet, rhythmic geometry to the way a hand meets the earth. I remember watching my grandfather press seeds into...
October 11, 2010
The Weight of Abandoned Iron
We build to last, or so we tell ourselves. We drive stakes into the frozen earth, we raise walls against the wind,...