Reflections

Women sit outside homes like potted plants here
with worn knees (so cross!) and fluffed wool for dyeing.
We visit them as we eat guinea pig and throw Continue reading Postcard from Cusco

My sister was eating a turkey and lettuce sandwich as we sat in silence
at the peak of the mountain, slumped beneath a massive wooden cross.
Sweat dripped from our backs as we watched fields of untouched grass Continue reading Postcard from Megeve

Wait for the dark, and
still the air to softness.
Slow the record to a stop. Continue reading How to Read a Bedtime Story