The storm looms throwing electric darts cloud-skimming flowing into alleys like canyons leaving water behind to trace the contours of the earth. I look up, eyes on the heavens peering at the backlit thunderheads a shimmering grey the rest of the sky like the inside of a pearl. Try to stand tall and steady […]Read More
Wine has been part of the human story since before we’ve been writing. Before papyrus, before cuneiform. Wine as we know it—from fermented grapes—might have come from fertile farmlands between the Black and Caspian seas, where grapevines climbed trees from Turkey through the ancient city of Yerevan in Armenia to northern Iran. Grapevines are integral […]Read More
I’m going forward, and at the same time, away. Away from the urban quotidian. Away from mis/conceptions I hold about my own life, or my career, or even about time. I’m moving now toward a noisy creek that’s draped in an emerald veil, an open vein of life-giving waters that spill over the skin of the desert. This is […]Read More
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. —William ShakespeareRead More