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…
Home-Grown Serotonin
This year I did something I never thought I’d do: I went off my medication for my depression and anxiety…
quick-write: childhood home
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…
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…
Ancestry
I walk a thin and unkept road of rocks,/of dirt & roots, of things forgotten—lost/& found.
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