Author: Beth Benjamin

Fire, Lake, Facebook

I’m afraid to lift the lid of my computer. Closed, it keeps its news to itself. Opened, hand-sized vine maple leaves might float down with charred edges, no wind, just… Read more »

Water Becoming

Water is only change Still depth in a mountain pool, now a tumble of light and movement slipping over the granite edge crashing downward, blown sideways, making its own weather… Read more »

Vegetable Solace

I am a home gardener in exile, far from my native soil,. I farm in one huge planter long enough to inter both parents end to end, if that were… Read more »