Tagged: dumplings

five months and two

five months and two
hundred dumplings into
our version of
the pandemic, we
cope by folding,
folding the monotony
of survival and
trauma into smaller,
still smaller vessels,
containable
capsules, sealable
sleeves – almost
more manageable
when bite-sized
.
20200806:0920
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it takes one fold to

mom and dad tucks kale

we divide up the

afternoon rain –

afternoon rain –
we have our system
down: separating,
filling, folding,
forming
dumplings
until we can return
to the lake to
become
weightless,
with dinner solved
.
20150526:1847
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love cannot be

love cannot be
quantified. six
hours and three-
hundred-and-
seventy-two
dumplings
later, our folds
are still solid
.
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