Category: Garden
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Worth staying for
Dusts of snow edge the earth, uneven lines mark sun-warmed pavers. With under-parts protected, statuary gather new relief, dying grasses open in broad pompons, perennial stalks crisscross into heavy mounds of gold, pine tufts reach out in a first, mourning grace. All else hushes, runs for cover, but our small, neglected garden unfolds, yawns wide…
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8/12
Aspen leaves flip and flash waking the glass-covered wall behind; dark when my mind pauses, bright when my mind stirs. What is genuine, true? Tell me, when you flip and flash and the wall behind you holds its light like a mountain on fire? My mind is ignored, perhaps except for this one aspen that…
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Space
how it is our first and final loss how it is always here and not here how the way I dress for work preserves it, letting the things of girlhood fall away how you forgot why you were excited to get up by the time you poured your coffee how you ambled back into the…
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When digging in my garden
Open spade cleaves mud, unwraps under-earth’s treasure-trove — twisted wires of plant roots clinging deep, no repentance, no shame. I ask when will you break free, leave us alone, untangle this mess? You grip on, silent as black, churning in your own direction, to your own end, to ours.
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