>>> We see a man. Handsome, sickly, sunken cheeks, dirty blond hair. His name is Jan Bergson. His eyes are troubled. Searching. He is on his death-bed. Bloody rags are nearby, medicine bottles. His daughter Alexandra comes in from the cold. She is his oldest child. Bundled up, she begins to unwrap shawls and remove […]

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Photographs from Spring. Remembering dry brown grass and fast moving water as days move to Fall now. This is The Land. In Jess’ family for generations. We are drawn here, before weeds are tall, before grasses close the entrance to the creek. To walk, look for rocks. Someday we’ll build here and will never have […]

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Garlic scapes and summer squash. Farmer’s market in the morning, fridge pickles by midnight. >>> We may need a larger refrigerator…  

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