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Take Me Down to Broadfork Farm

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

Garden Writers We Love

The December Rose

The December Rose

From so many, so few,
survivors of first pruning,
waywards scrabbling
sideways for some sun,
as Lenten roses plump
up their buds, those faux… 100 more words

Garden Writers We Love

Peace

Making peace with Gaia
and putting out the fire,
kindled from desire;
society’s deepest mire.

Spirit

Reinventing Rituals

Reinventing ritual;
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

Mental Health

Crystal Light of Morning

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

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Gaia's Art

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

Green Poetry

To the man on the train

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

Green Poetry