Found ripe LSU gold fig Bulbous, open slightly With sweet drip Dangling there Slightly sexual Took in To wife who washed dishes Broke fig in half Put half in wife's mouth Went out Got another fig Repeated operation With halves and mouths Back out Reached up Plucked Enterprise apple Rubbed clear Took inside To wife… Continue reading An Evening W/o Articles Or Pronouns
We have lived on this farm for 10 years almost exactly, since July 1, 2007. It is a long time. We came here so excited that first night and camped on the porch before my brother arrived with the box truck the next day carrying our bed. It was just my wife and I and… Continue reading Bootstrap Farming 10 Years In
I keep wanting to write more but I think I'm legitimately too busy to do it. I have a series I'd like to put out called "Letters Back" about farming and homesteading that I've just started composing but then I've started a million other little series like that and they don't seem to get accomplished.… Continue reading Peaches Will Carry the Weight
In April, I was working on this poem and I had an idea of where it was going, how it was going to end, but I've forgotten now. I imagine that I was going to come back around to the brown thrasher again. The first is last. The stone that the builder refused. Low in… Continue reading Brown Thrasher
“When you’ve got 400 quarts of greens and gumbo soup canned for the winter, nobody can push you around or tell you what to say or do,” F.L. Hamer We're still waiting on the majority of vegetable crops. Just eating loads of asparagus. Haven't tasted that first cucumber or tomato. There was a patch of… Continue reading Milking
This is definitely the busiest time of the year for us on the farm. I'm oh so close to finishing grafting fruit trees, just took a bite out of the persimmons and they're my last class to graft. A lot of the plum and mulberry grafts have already took. As did the goumi on the… Continue reading Muddy Business & Virgin Queens
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