Aimee Parkison

Tree Ears and Velvet Feet, by Aimee Parkison

Ethereal Meat Tossing crushed garlic into hand-churned butter melting in cast-iron pans, I caramelize buckets of wild mushrooms brought…

Testimony: Louisiana, 1864 At the time when I was raped by a man in uniform, what happened to me…

Rust I will always dream about the dirt roads through a meadow where the only landmarks are occasional trees,…

By Aimee Parkison and Meg Pokrass Victim of gossip, like a blacklisted movie star, walking through a sleepy town,…

My mother and I walk through a grove of Canadian Hemlock after the rain. I’m three and collecting…