Repetitions
1.
I wake up that morning and say to her, “I never loved you.” This is so she’ll
hate me and revise our six months as lies: every instance I’d said
Tasting Wonder
“Every real thing is a joy, if only you have eyes and ears to relish it, a nose
and tongue to taste it.” — The Supper of the Lamb
I remember the cooking that
Terroir and the Phenomenology of Place
Once a year at St. John’s College in Santa Fe, Image’s Glen Workshop gathers
writers, poets, painters, photographers and artists to a place of respite, an
extended Sabbath, where creativity is
Grief
The morning started heavy.
Words unspoken gave him a false hope.
His breath arrested dry as
I heard it sharp and saw the sky
Leave his eyes.
The way we trekked to the
A Note from Our Editor
The Curator is where I started.
I wrote my first essay for The Curator almost three years ago. This was the
first time I had written something other than a school paper, the