by Angela Townsend My sister writes about leaves in a way that almost makes me want to go outside. In a medium that others use to confirm agendas and bark bullet points, Abby exhales. I open an ordinary email and fall out of my slippers. She frees awe from its amber, but she never shouts. Exclamation points fall down as […]
Nebulous
Personal Enlightenments on Plant Life
the form of birth and death the smell of some flowers are one of the happiest feelings to me, common leaves are a base of plant scents plants don’t create sounds (by themselves) trees can represent mystery with their angles and obscured spaces slow spontaneity
A Lesson From Ancient Polylepis Trees
A couple weeks ago, I wandered the Polylepis forest in the Chimborazo Park Reserve. After a two-hour trek through the sandy trail, passing by vicuna animals and native Andean shrubs, I saw the entrance. The sight of the trees with their branches reaching out in all directions struck me.
Beyond This Room
Sure Thing It is that with which the wind blows And the snowflakes carry from the skies The mountains echo in their deep crevasses The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse The child has in her smile The earth in her soil The dog in my arms. It is that with which spreads the smell of rain The mist […]
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