Seven Apples (More)

I woke up this morning with a dream in my head about a chaplain’s wayside box I came upon half-buried in earth. Sunlit. Quiet. A meeting of ways. A perfect place for an apple tree. Then a chaplain appeared, robed, serene, worldless. He opened up the wayside box and the needy appeared. People needing the chaplain and the chaplain needing people was not yet a place for an apple tree, I thought, running through a few varieties in my mind nonetheless.

The fifth in the 8 x 8 x 8 series 8 pages, 200 x 200 mm, handsewn Edition of 57, September 2025