Oats: The Last Grain When cool, misty hands passed over wheat and barley fields, a few stray oats pushed up a “V” for victory waving at farmers, as if to say, “What about us?” Taking them for weeds, farmers took them down but slowly noticed oat had a grain of its own, perhaps of meager use in the stalls or henhouse. If the last becomes first, how come oats ended […]
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Caleb Parkin | Joy’s Kitchen
The milk-bottle tops have become a golden pyramid; a tomb before time. Someone must be able to use this stuff. The newspapers the death of each day growing up the walls. Someone must be able to use this. The pieces of string twice the distance from the middle to the end: still not long enough. Someone must be able to. The cutlery which related […]
Marlon Mayfield | Human beings
My veins run deep into the soil They are my earthly wings. I do not know why they recoil In shame of what they bring. We were brought in chains a long time ago, That is what they told me so, Put on rock and forced to grow Even told where we should go. I do not know from where they’ve came. I do not know the seedlings name But […]
Anuja Ghimire | Tabula rasa and more
Tabula Rasa Let’s use a wet rag To wipe our minds clean That smudge of green worry The stain of red grudge And that chunk of blue angst Doesn’t the sky start fresh every night As the stars scatter across And the moon changes her mood? Isn’t the river reborn every moment As the currents constantly leave And the ripples pretend to stay? Forget that you know me at all […]
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