The Edge of Everything

I go to the woods, the forest, the place where trees grow.    I go there to find the leaves of maple trees, the loam of their rotted bodies.  I need to cart these to the garden.   I’m trying.  The trees are tightly spaced, and the leaves packed between the tangled tree roots.  What should I do with that? …

La Ruta Maya

The day is hot and dusty when the bus from Cancun drops us.  We get off at the wrong stop and bicker about the mile or so walk we have to get to Tulum. In the midday heat our backpacks feel stone heavy and we quickly languish. I am the first to stick out my…