with love – honey gaze

Rooted

In a backyard that looks like Eden moved south/to let itself grow over, my grandmother perches/in a white plastic lawn chair.

Communion

At four, I knelt in the garden
beside my grandmother, hands full
of seed, as she covered them one
by one with dark, loamy soil. This
is how I learned devotion.

Home-Grown Serotonin

This year I did something I never thought I’d do: I went off my medication for my depression and anxiety…

Maybe when you approach it, it won’t look like much. Houses are far and few, but chicken houses abound—if it’s an unlucky day you will smell them. Hills bow up on every side like they’re cradling the land beneath, which is covered in lazily waving grasses and wildflowers. The only trees to speak of areContinue reading “quick-write: childhood home”

Over-Planting

This year was my first attempting a full-blown vegetable garden, and now that autumn has really hit I would say it was a modest success–by which I mean, I finally managed to keep a tomato plant alive for the full growing season. The hopes for the garden were, perhaps, a little too optimistic–I probably plantedContinue reading “Over-Planting”

Ancestry

I walk a thin and unkept road of rocks,/of dirt & roots, of things forgotten—lost/& found.