Entries by Emily Vranesh

Sunday Supper

“A woodsy smell” “No, it is caramel!” “it smells like coffee” “ Molasses is my bet.” Begun the day before a foreign fragrance wove a perfume blanket animated conversation danced […]

To My Farmer and to Yours

Written for my farmer years ago. May it now be in honor of yours. Roots grow deep as the heart of the farmer lingers deeper still. Earth trodden soil layered […]