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She never sticks around for harvest (though she convinced you to plant rosemary, lavender, zinnias, to think of time as a full moon, as a thrush’s song), you’ll say, but O the planting season. The spry seedlings at the start.
Always, I am navigating some half-abandoned landscape— part future, part past. Whenever I have a companion, it is my ex husband—the man who, after our divorce seven years ago, moved states away, leaving me to raise our kids mostly solo. On this particular morning, it finally occurs to me that these dreams may not be normal.
I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!
an art book, collection of poems and photographs, hardcover