An Ode to the Scuffle Hoe What weapon this? In tool section A I’d not known to miss Your smoothly slicing foray Through the barely there weeds Conspiring today for the weeks coming hence O! Not so! - those ignoble plants! Your sharp ring with ease Hardly turning the soil, so graceful your dance And […]
Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful, Or running off a spring Of innocence and love — They will all wish you that, And should it prove possible, Well, you’re a lucky girl. But if it shouldn’t, then May you be ordinary; Have, […]
Spoken word poet and radical self-love activist Sonya Renee Taylor gives us wisdom, first like a shot to the arm and then like a life-saving transfusion.
Audre Lorde for the win!
To Know the Dark By Wendell Berry To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. Merry Holidays, y'all! Happy Solstice and New Year!
Have you been listening to Earth Matters?? This fabulous podcast series gives voice to indigenous activists, environmentalists, and people around the globe working for social justice. We cannot recommend it highly enough. Hailing from Australia's community radio station 3CR AM, Radical Radio, you can stream episodes online or download straight form iTunes. The link above will bring […]
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAYCf2Gdycc] Because some weeks, and I think this is one of them, poetry is the thing that will carry us up.
Anyone who has farmed in New Mexico can tell you any myriad of stories about the acequia culture that exists there. Acequias community-managed irrigation ditches that, when stopped up, flood fields along their length. This practice is centuries old and integral to the traditional ways of farming in the high desert of the region, and it closely dictates […]
White-knuckling a fiddlehead in the yard on a summer afternoon my neck and nose burning I remember that vague hot musk smell of it and the roots cemented into miles of cracked clay, the nerve - One time I was scaling a rock wall and lost my balance My hand grasped a clump of bunch grass and it […]
It can seem insane to the farmer to be a farmer in July-- when the flies are buzzing around your head like loud drunken satellites and you're sweating like a mushroom on the grill, sharpening a stirrup hoe with one hand, reordering that devilish self-regenerating to-do list with the next, and then, with the […]
Kate Tempest started out when she was 16, rapping at strangers on night busses and pestering mc's to let her on the mic at raves. Ten years later she is a published playwright, poet and respected recording artist. Here's a snippet from the video above: Look, if all these people were prophets, We’d profit. We […]
Here's a little bit of Wendell Berry for your day. The Mad Farmer, Flying the Flag of Rough Branch, Secedes from the Union From the union of power and money From the union of power and secrecy, From the union of government and science, From the union of government and art, From the union of […]
Rebecca Gayle Howell. Preorder her newest book, Render/An Apocolypse. How to Plant by the Signs When the ground is lit when your back, hands, intent are lit full well full dawn of dark when the tide swells (forget sea) when the tide swells in soil unseen root stem leaf when the moon is in its […]