When plants left the sea for the air… … they didn’t. We live in an intertidal zone. Ah, here comes the first breaker of the tide now… Here’s the surf rolling East […]
When plants left the sea for the air… … they didn’t. We live in an intertidal zone. Ah, here comes the first breaker of the tide now… Here’s the surf rolling East […]
It might be tiny, but these poplars breathe in the slow breath of its tides, not in the fast one of that jet speeding south to Vancouver overhead. The tides flood through us, […]
So, you know, I’m hanging out with my buddies … … waiting for the apples of springtime, the ones that have bloomed in the basement and which turn to stars when thrown […]