It’s been raining a lot since I’ve come home,
fruiting mushrooms saluting the El Nino season.

Air marinated in dew greets my lungs
with a warmth opposing its expected dampness.

27 December 2024 | Denna Berg

It’s hard to come from a placewhere you can feel wholeand land somewherethat expects you to be halved.The division is sharperwhen it’s on soilyou’re the first to touch in generations—soil where you walk with ease,yet your body knowsto tread lightly. The spring tide pools,the backgammon pieces slapping down—it wasn’t until I saw a manand his […]

27 December 2024 | Denna Berg