The garden was literally healing me. The low to mild depression I had been cycling in and out of started to break, and I felt lighter, happier, and more self-accepting.
It’s a double-edged sword. … The more we put up barriers, the more we reduce our human microbiomes.
On the calendar we see the bold square, marking the number 21 in March, marking our hope, our deep breath— 21, our emerald prolepsis, our brain’s fast synapse between withdrawal … Continue reading
Shallow the trough of words between us, the grammar of inchoate usage. I am here and you aren’t saying much. Be complicit with me, inhabit my wherefore so apprehensive. I … Continue reading
First Earth wept, fell thirsty. I talked to my mother the other day she said don’t worry. She said shut down the internet. First Earth groans in summer. My legs … Continue reading
So warm, the hedges almost bloom, though the jagged skeletons of fake, electric icicles are twined along a front-yard chain-link fence. In the windows, faded Steelers signs, tribal gear still … Continue reading
Despite my best efforts, I’m a pioneer-woman-manque: I want to be Laura Ingalls Wilder, but I don’t have the stamina for it. I let kale and beet greens get fuzzy … Continue reading