The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.

The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.

Suddenly many movements are going on within me, many things are happening, there is an almost unbearable sense of sprouting, of bursting encasements, of moving kernels, expanding flesh.

Memory in America suffers amnesia.

It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.