Isn’t it sad that some loves are better on paper? — Lara Egger, from “Because There’s No Emoji for Memory,” Salt Hill (no. 41, 2019)
So this morning I am here, shovel deep in the dirt, planting a stick of willow. I am sorry it is such a small one, and I am sorry I will probably neglect it, though dirt carries on sometimes, without us, and in astonishing ways. Today, I dig down for deeper words, a darker way… Continue reading Katie Redding
In the forest a man sits a tree stands high a river runs through his silence. — Ben Wilson (age 10), “In the Forest,” 2014 Rattle Young Poets Anthology.