"as we stretch our limbs trace sky geometries what would happen if waxy root tendrils coaxed a pebble to the surface what would happen if that stone was hoisted into your shoe a hard calculus compression of stories to cause pause as you stub a toe" In "A Valley Without Trees," the lowly onion that burrows into the soil and spends most of its life underground is cast as an interpreter or potential sensory prosthetic that offers a different way of understanding (and perhaps communicating with) the land, planet, and cosmos in which it grows.