Like soil too heavy with clay, my soul needs amendment. Peat and gypsum balance the loam, but I’ll tend my mind with words. Stories to aerate, puncture assumptions, and poems like a hoe through neglected beds. Add a sprinkle of scripture to green up grudges and turn the biases lavender blue. Mix in sandy commentary for well- drained conclusions and finish with layers of veracious mulch. Fortified, it will be as though everything’s happened to me– as weedy traits wither under layers of language, even noxious words nourish when decomposed. With printed leaves I’ll feed myself fertile, absorb all I’m […]
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