I’ve been looking forward to reading a copy of Tricia Knoll’s Broadfork Farm: Trout Lake, Washington for months. I first learned about the farm over a year ago when Tricia, a regular contributor here at… 1,085 more words
5 days, 20 hours ago
The December Rose
From so many, so few,
survivors of first pruning,
sideways for some sun,
as Lenten roses plump
up their buds, those faux… 100 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
a foolhardy florilegium
Making peace with Gaia
and putting out the fire,
kindled from desire;
society’s deepest mire.
the centre of all being.
Understanding what is real;
the core of really seeing.
These are all things I wonder
as I gaze upon a tree. 9 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
Crystal Light of Morning
In the crystal light of morning I look to the mountains.
The earth has been cut open, it is bleeding red. 469 more words
War and pain and death and sorrow;
how can there ever be tomorrow?
I look sometimes and wonder why
I even get out of bed and try. 44 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
A planet full of Zombies who don’t even know to care.
They preside over a planet’s death like it isn’t even there.
“The planet isn’t hotter because I feel cold today.” 60 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago