Open Question: Is Spring here yet? An exercise I have set for myself - C/c?

5 February 2012, 8:26 am

I have decided to pursue serenity by writing about objects. This is not at all my forte and I would welcome any constructive criticism. thank you. Dirt She strokes the packet of seeds, Nepeta Felix. Cat mint she calls it. The smell of the leaves crushed in fingers is divine. Remembering the dirt she travels in her mind to places left behind. Oh, Illinois, the soil so dark, full of potential, nutrient abundant, she had wanted to eat a bit. As a child she ate dirt. Red clay in Tennessee, warm from the Sun, cupped in her hand, tiny granules, drought dry iron in the mouth. Pica they called it. The taste was essential. Now there is only sand. No good for the seeds. She props the packet against a Madonna, hoping a Blessing will imbue the seeds with Life. Perhaps they will grow, filling her empty stomach with Joy. Oh Cheese, Really? (purr, purr, purr)... Read More »

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