During our most recent Dwell retreat, we were asked to take the framework for Wendell Berry’s “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” and adapt it into our own version. I was intimidated by the challenge, because I didn’t want to cheapen this poem, which is so prophetic, inspiring, intellectual, and yet still deeply relatable. However, as each of Berry’s phrases churned through my mind, I … Continue reading Manifesto
It’s the beginning of October in Atlanta & it still smells like summer. I thought I heard the rustle of leaves but I realized that it was just an airplane Back home, we geared up for winter We pulled out blankets and hot apple cider and snuggled up for the drive-in movie in the back of an old pick-up truck noses cold, bodies huddled and … Continue reading Midnight Summer
We dance to the thumping rhythm of a Taylor Swift remix 22, she sings & we’re almost there. New licenses hot off the press bent to fit the curve of your body in the back pocket of your skinny jeans pressed unceremoniously against the stranger behind you sweat dripping down your forehead fat droplets of leftover adolescent self-consciousness plastering hair to your cheeks dripping onto … Continue reading But Taylor, what about 23?