Poetry In Motion: Sentences on the Land
By Maya Jewell Zeller When I was a girl, trails were things beetles made under the surface of a tree’s bark, a sort of mysterious calligraphy that, if you peeled back the thick outer shell, you saw written in white lettering across a golden, brown-dusted vascular cambium. The trails said things like, “Heart of the […]
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