Tag Archives: isolation

Today I reserve

Today I reserve to praise tapioca, the perfect composure of uncooked pearls, the unruly softness of finished pudding; such sweet solace, enfolding. Tomorrow is set aside for mixed beans, the certainty of their many forms that yield willingly in simmering broth, finished with salt; their reliable sustenance. The day after I will bow to coffee, […]

x-ray xray of hand


Last night I dreamed of shaking hands with strangers a succession of palms pressed together warm and dry and firm as if in a receiving line at an event we could not define which might have been a baptism or a funeral or a wedding of our hopes and fears in which touch was healing […]