This is a blog for the purpose of documenting our homesteading, art making, DIY, and general human experience. I will be sharing articles, poems, and stories. Here is the first poem which will be appearing in my upcoming book.
They will grow
Why do I feel so much smaller
And softer
But stronger?
I’ve sifted
Husks out
I was a dry corn husk doll
I’ve stopped apologizing
To the oppressor
I woke up from the grave site
Walked out of the cave
I am the finder
Sharp eyes, it’s unseen
Treasure glinting in the meadow
Glass washed up smooth
By the sea
Steel rust pocked landing
Waiting to be hammered out
Bricks of my birthright
I leave stacked against the shore
Among the driftwood
We will need something
To keep the tide
To keep the tide
From overcoming us
The salt spirals swirling
Past my nose
What I build is more than me
I won’t ever forget that day
In the grocery store
You saved me
By handing me a packet
Of orange poppy seeds
Green beans
Because if you plant the seeds
They will grow.