A Deep Mourning

A Deep Mourning

Sorrow is the only word I know for how the heart sinks sadly into it’s furrow. The trench goes on forever, but in only two…

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Apical Dominance

Apical Dominance

This diagram, drawn from observations Gathered over the course of one spring’s circuit, Describes the pattern born To every cell that opens, and to each…

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Elephant Ear

Elephant Ear

It isn’t luck              but isn’t work how the elephant ear              forfeits its shape shoving itself              —tight tendril shell— up through the thickening              feet at his shoulders. The tip persists.              A packed bundle conceals his inverted heart.              That spring leaf coils out                            until the conch flairs a dark lip              and the first matte cells begin to serve              their purpose— Terrible a thing              as happiness can be if its held              any place but the handle, these leaves              reach out almost over night              to thrust their nearly purple greens              against us.

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What It's Like Being a Rhododendron, Getting Older

What It’s Like Being a Rhododendron, Getting Older

My form is fixed. I have new wood, yes, but more is hard now than soft. No one had to beg. It just went on,…

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Overcast

Overcast

I know it seems the dead should know more than we do, looking back at us through a needle’s eye, but the truth is once…

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