They are white planets in a galaxy, these wheels of cheese—before the fungi knobble the skin, cobble some resistance in the rind. Deep in the cool caves of Auvergne, a nun sets the circles on shelves so their surfaces will stain, sheen, stipple, shade … while above her, a Latin chant folds many women in one voice. If glass were music, could it sound like this? How can we call those words human, when they’ve flown so far from…… More »
April makes no difference to the Lavalle cork tree imported from central Japan; to the Sakhalin cork, its diamond bark rising into branches from a trunk of plated sand. In the city park, this family of trees wears its rue as buds traveled into leaf each year— predictably, invisibly, as your sister wears hers on a South Dakota highway: there behind her knee, tempering the air above her hand. … More »
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