Our mothers worked insoot furnaces late into nightsuntil their skins became reflections of the firebefore them.They patted their blistered handswith lavender oil and honeybefore the morning began — yet againthey would disappear into their small factorieslike little glowwormsin the sun-streaked woods.Our mothers chopped and cookedpots of curry in the hours between.They tied our hair up... Continue Reading →
Before it rains in Langtang, the rain dolls puckertheir cotton lips, the satin-ribbed curtains blowwith the rumbling thunder, the shutters of Sherpa lodge pull their cords and the windows are discovered open.The river of the sky lagoons between two clouds, its many-colored reefssweep around in their downward journeys until, at last, they plough the fragranced soil and become mushroom, hibiscus, strawflower—even Java plums and... Continue Reading →
