“Life is always poised for flight. From a distance it looks still, silhouetted against the bright sky or the dark ground; but up close it is flitting this way and that, as if displaying to the world that at every moment its perpetual readiness to take off in any of a thousand directions.” ~ Jonathan … Continue reading
Grow Wild
“The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.” ~ Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America (1977) grow wild eat dirt So I will tap into my own lyrics; if I can — you can. Looking inside, I see the ticking talk of my being which endlessly banters something … Continue reading
Queso Fresco – The Goat Way
A couple weekends ago I visited a family in Mississippi to attend a small Quaker gathering in their home. I knew the mother of this family kept goats and I really wanted some fresh, raw milk (so hard to find this precious substance these days!). I love raw milk and I haven’t been able to … Continue reading
An Uninvited Guest
You came to me last night right when I was expecting to sleep so that I could dream of well-grazed fields covered in wildflowers. But no! — you came with your menacing eyes and chattering mouth and with claws beginning to expose themselves from your rough hands. At first — I was scared. Who wouldn’t … Continue reading
Grist for the Mill
Chew on this… Grist mills were once a focal point in any early American community up to about 60 or 70 years ago. However, in just these recent years, people living in America have witnessed such a rapid transition of livelihood, such monuments of our history are easily forgotten; their relevance a ghostly whisper from … Continue reading
Warm Belly
without knowing, with knowing all i entered your arms and you held me. at a hint of separation — i reacted and recoiled only to lose you all the more… with bumps with bruises i come to you again. with arms open, hugging your belly warm and dense and sweet… i am no longer afraid … Continue reading
Guarding Olive Trees
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.” … Continue reading
My Love Was Greater
My love for you was greater than the riptide memories of before. My love for you was greater than the handicapped countdown to when this would end. My love for you was greater than the many-footed tarantula tickling fear out of the Truth. …or, the teardrops that would form in your remembrance… …or, the illusion … Continue reading
The Edge of the World
the cliff, the edge, the persistence of the waves — crashing; fluidity meeting solidness and where they meet: weathering, tumbling, merging into shell spirals and into star rays who patiently glide along the ocean floor. then, tentacle tongues wrapping themselves with curiosity around anything that moves. the persistence of the waves — crashing; fluidity meeting … Continue reading
Monarch
This bush is alive. This bush is alive with orange fans waving like over-heated antebellum charmers flashing smiles between wing beats that send me into a cacoon dreaming of flowering sweet tea fountains sticky and gooey with life. This bush is alive; reaching out its floral fingers into the air so they can drink of … Continue reading
Lindsay Kolasa 