Lemons – Tiny Cathedrals of Gold
Lemons, their pitted, nay, prehistoric, skins secreting golden oil, Shielding sourness, evoking memories of a grandmother’s kitchen, A grandfather’s garden. …
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Eating the Wild Air …
From the first gasping breath, when tiny hands claw at air, reaching futilely for an anchor, a rope, air feeds …
Scenes from La France Profonde
