I guess I’ll ease into this one with some vegetables.
Creamy Vegan Cauliflower Steaks
A recipe counts, right?
(more…)writes poems
I guess I’ll ease into this one with some vegetables.
Creamy Vegan Cauliflower Steaks
A recipe counts, right?
(more…)I read two books and I only left the apartment long enough to get food – a chain pizza one day, a lobster roll that made me violently ill the next – and spent the rest of my time roasting on the beach or working on a chapbook on my balcony. I got more work done in three days than I have in the seven years I’ve been back home.
I was here when I got the notification I’d been accepted into a grad program nearly ten years ago. It felt almost meaningful – like part of a pattern that made a goofy kind of sense – to just sit down at a table and write and revise for hours, speaking to no one, Top Chef reruns playing quietly in the next room.
The one where I realize I’m reading more than one piece about Christianity.
Life, Loss, and the Wisdom of Rivers, The Marginalian
(more…)Rivers may be among our richest existential metaphors — “Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river,” Borges proclaimed in his timeless meditation on time; “I do not think that the banks of a river suffer because they let the river flow,” Frida Kahlo wrote in celebrating her unconventional relationship with Diego Rivera — but they are also the raw material of our existence, the seedbed of civilization.