The Gleewoman's Notes

In our garden, the earliest south-facing peaches, the ones that live next to the beehives, are a ripe riot of velvet and sweet. It seems th...

The word "cloud" is a poem, just like the clouds themselves are. I think they may be nearly impossible to gaze upon without resort...

In the places where ghosts might be sleeping, it is good to bring gifts. We brought bishop pine pollen and shook it, yellow veils that coul...

There really is something about a brown paper package, tied up with string. Just wrapping up these Tinderbundles in mid-January, with an a...