7 day garden

the light is plaid windowthing a flare sitting on my head a little duende / weeds almost touching riverend to end / ‘our boat’ is no, we paid for the time entirely bob- bing wooden nose, aft, never do we dance, growing upended rosemary / thyme in corn cans, bean cans, green wire, orange and dull pots, as …

Mexico City

One of my favorite trips of all time was our jaunt down to Mexico City. I wish I had pictures of the subway on those massive tires and the hostel peeps we met and the anthropological museum. I also wish I had one of that bigass ear of corn I ate one night. But alas, …