The Age of Enclosure

There was always a period of grief after harvesting the fields—when, after so many days of the combine coming through for the corn, the specks of husk shining in the long rays Continue reading

Invisible Visible

  Close your eyes: What do you see? Of the world you know, what pulses beneath? What does it take to see through words like veils, images like mirages? Close your Continue reading

The Age of Invisible Stones

We were old. We were weathered. We lost our youthful looks. We dotted Japan’s coastline. We stood at human height, sometimes taller. They called us “tsunami stones.” Our faces were carved Continue reading