In the morning I found you sleeping under the rosemary bush. In the afternoon you are hiding behind the mulberry tree, Tail wagging as you move between the sweet potatoes, cacti, and lemongrass. Waiting for me to throw your ducky so you can fetch it. Anapaula bathes you and brushes your coat. She untangles and snips off the knots in your fur. Together we towel you off and you shake yourself dry.  And you follow Anapaula into her car Off to your vet appointment. I heard you be

Passing the familiar countryside, with grapevines aligned in unison, becomes a blur of green as I drive. I can’t help but chuckle to myself for ever returning to this valley. It's been years since I left this place to go into the big city, working my dream job designing for the elite. Leaving was the only chance to experience the world beyond the grapevine. My younger self yearned for an opportunity to be something, watching businesswomen on TV wearing beautiful clothes, maki

Although the purpose of Thanksgiving is to reflect on and be thankful for the positives and the privileges one experiences in life, many people associate Thanksgiving with a time where one’s gluttony can overtake oneself in a socially-acceptable manner, stuffing one’s face with as much food as possible, having to unbutton one’s jeans to accommodate the new circumference, and then passing out in a food coma. Consequently, in this third issue of Delectable Discourse , where I a

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