farm update. winter is leaving us slowly, as the 1.5 pounds of oyster mushrooms I harvested yesterday (in seattle) would indicate soon it will be time to start planting seeds of warmer climate loving plants inside. the first green buds are appearing on the rhubarb plants, and we have planted a handful of native conifers around the grounds. we are working on our zine FARM, LIFE. watch for it because it will be out there soon, featured in it is this poem by a communard titled abandoned sculptures.
Abandoned sculptures
Half moon pennies
Rust buttoned sunflower shade
Grey age yawning
Across memories scattered
Golden in the grave
Mild winter sun
Popcorn bushes
Next to scabbed rose thumbs
And a young pear tree
These pathways retain
The scents of their scattered poetry and
The seeds of coming spring
Blossoms hiding under the wry smile of humility
At their desertion
Grass blades wear
Blunted converse stitching scars
And the indents of sun tanned toes
Stretching out from the pressure
The lost flannel sheet comfort
Of mid afternoon
Raggedy lollygaggin’
Teeth chattering
Like piranha shadow puppets
Drowning on top of the ice
