my hands are becoming dark brown, rugged, scarred from use my mother tells me i'm going to look old too soon how strange it must be to her that i let my hands get this way from pleasure she who has never known skin to turn brown from anything but hard labor.
why do we throw nine seeds into the ground and prune away all but three which deign to sprout? who taught us to plant this way to waste life such disrespect for the energy it takes a seed to awaken for the millennia of evolution that went into it knowing how to come to life … Continue reading modern gardening
no one wants to read poetry about sleeping during a long drive through winding mountain roads waking up to dawn breaking over snowcapped mountains far across arid lands making coffee on a dusty picnic table to warm freezing fingers gravelly roads that lead to piles of volcanic rocks spit up from long ago we grated … Continue reading how i began 28
the callouses are back funny how quickly they return my skin seems accustomed to thickening i slather on moisturizer after every climbing session in an attempt to maintain sensitivity i can't expect not to lose something when always grasping at sharp edges