Blog categorized as The Country

We are married to the Earth,

Yet there have been moments

We have taken each other for granted.

Rarely do we talk 

About the first time we met.

Our heads nuzzled in deep field grass,

No one around for miles,

Warm hay-scented air wafting

Over hills, and the sense

We could live right there,

Protected in a n...

Focusing on a giant green pepper,

Feeling the muscular folds 

Rumple into deep green and black channels,

Like the gyrification of an exhausted 

And diseased brain.

Texture is the skin of the world and

Our birthright is to feel the history of the earth,

Tactilely reading plutonic rock

With our bare...