Between

Amanda Hempel We sometimes found fossils in our garden— shells shot out between the blades of the roto-tiller white exclamations of something ancient and maybe sacred, all that used to fill this air. What wonderful nightmares swam somewhere between the garden and the sky. Amanda Hempel was born in Stockholm, Sweden, and grew up in… More

The Putting Up

Amanda Hempel It was always the hottest night of the year, August, the end of the raspberry season when our father filled the kitchen first with his sterilized jars, his Lennon glasses steaming at the stove. Then the berries, the endless stirring, straining, adjusting consistency, balancing sugar until the night loosened its grip to purple.… More