“When you allow hardneck garlic to develop a scape (flower stalk), you get what is called an umbel. The umbel (or flower) contains anywhere from forty to two hundred tiny cloves called bulbils.” Even Ace has a mother. When he is not at sea she makes him: apple fritters box cake […]
—David McCullough What I love about California is what the world loves about California & tho they say there is no […]
—David McCullough The mind is an […]
George David Clark talks about the form of his poem “Black Igloo.”
I’d like to pick this little beige flower of cartilage, one of the two I’ve grown, and place its long red stem inside a crystal vase to decorate the haunt your voice recovers in on nights like this when silence has its say but neither of us wants to be alone. […]
In the pilot episode, called “Deer at Nightfall,” a rolling wash of headlights introduces twelve contestants on the shoulder of a highway. The host’s remarks dissolve behind the ugly purr of traffic, but his command to Make it beautiful is captioned on the screen. First up, a long-legged blonde: white tights beneath […]
Awfully late and we were naked when I plucked it off your cheekbone, bee-leg thin and hard to see and oddly heated on my thumb. Scratched across your grainy shadow, it ignited like a match. You drew close and blew the flame out. Petals bloomed against my hand, a yellow rose, […]