Tree of Knowledge by Victoria Chang #literature They do not remember the

They do not remember the other 18ths of November

who rudely interrupts the Round Table festivities one Yuletide

But when they both wind up back to London and are thrust together once again

MINX reveals the vibrant but precarious world of a multi-racial Romani family: a world of grandfathers brewing moonshine in marrows

her mother got out her darning mushroom and showed her how to reinforce the thinning stitches and bring them back to life

Tree of Knowledge by Victoria Chang #literature They do not remember theA poet watches the limbs of a eucalyptus tree get sawed off: the image persists, refracting and recurring across poems of art, language, selfhood, memory, and loss. Joan Mitchell said, When I talk about love, I mean loving a tree. When I talk about love, I mean loving where a tree used to be. Men assess the eucalyptus tree growing on the poet's street; a crane arrives. The sound of a chainsaw rings in the air and branches begin to fall. This tree