Nana (Mentha spicata) I could continue acquiescing as he prunes and keeps us cultivated in our assigned spaces, producing together another year of aromas, textures and tastes. But I have it in mind to let myself go to seed and spread throughout the whole herb box — sending my hungry runners through the seams in the pine walls of each cell and the cracks in the wood floor, out into […]
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Emily Bowles | Plant poems
My Weeding. I Mean, Wedding Linnaean botany was, at first, a suitable subject for women, whose botanical drawings became part of their parlor-room portfolio. A skillful hand could replicate each line. Replication is too much like reproduction, especially when pistils and stamen are labeled, especially when pencils and stories are libeled. I am not a gardener. I am not an artist. Like the ladies in those libraries, I hold a […]
Joseph Murphy | The shaman’s initiation and more
The Shaman’s Initiation The ring was spun down the spirits’ road, A strand of silk Strung from tree to tree. I lay in a furrow, covered With petal and stalk: the chanting began. I grasped the ring’s heart as it came down the road. A spirit leapt up; pressed me Into its luminous shell. It pierced my navel, lodging a seed At the base of my spine. I rose up […]
Judith Prager | A shaman’s invocation and other poems
A Shaman’s Invocation In the infinite universe there is always more. Give me that more, That I may blaze with it Like a raucous fountain Like a riotous volcano Endlessly elaborate infinity Embellish the known Illuminating the secret Specifying the sacred Whispering the obvious To make me listen — Differently What is familiar, make more subtle What is jagged, make round …and the reverse. Rehearse the elusive Until I am […]
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