By Elisa Mejia Though time has pestled you into acceptance and the cliffs are saying goodbye,peppercorns grind fineand sea salt smash-sprinkles,a savory mixture nestled next to wild onions you’ve pulled from the field.Pungent green bunches passed through by the legs of deer and black fox feetand overhead by crows who long to kettlebut banter with … Continue reading Mortar
Academy of the Heart And Mind 