Winter, Compost, and Writing
Writing practice, March 6, 2013 “Today it smelled like recess. Like the first hope of spring, when the layers of snow peeled back to reveal autumn's debris, the ruined plastic rakes with splintered handles, the tipped buckets half-full of leaves, the inevitable beloved stuffed animal, lost and flattened and mouldering. Like walking to school in … More Winter, Compost, and Writing