letters from the apple house

June 2022 The girl tells me I am two-thousand-eight-hundred-seventy-one feet above something called the sea. She misses it, or is maybe...

May 2022 May comes and goes in a hum. Like the soft buzz of the girl’s machine waking up. There is lightning and there are lightning...

April 2022 The green comes back. It follows the birds, and decorates their homes in small bright leaves. The newest, greenest,...