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my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. – E.E. Cummings .. She’s fussing about out there in the garden again, cussing out the flowers. Loves me, loves -me-nots, forget-me-dids. Shattered … Continue reading
.. it’s the wings that give them away, most surprisingly not the hot hot glow of embered breath. the marigold scent of morning and good green earth. they unfold themselves slow, no more than fireflies, or snap -dragons, dragonflies, tiny … Continue reading
.. It started with the radishes. Wily little blushing suckers; plop-popping up everywhere, ready to be plucked from the soil and ravenously ravished in spicy bites. We thought briefly of carrots, but thought better. Bitter being better, per -haps. Or … Continue reading
… shhhhhh. they’ve got tiny petaled ……..s e c r e t s, and way too many pockets to put them in. .. Kim’s got us doing some gardening over at dVerse Poetics. Come play!