What are you, little weed? A mini thistle? A ruby tinged pineapple weed? A thimble of thorns? You look like you could be an alien planetary satellite, a radio antenna…
When you kill a weed, it does not die right away. It gets angry. It wants to scare you, get back at you, it wants to hurt you. And though…
Once there was a pretty orange princess who liked to look out far into the future and search for her destiny. She liked to dream of exotic places and true…
“I am not big. I am not dramatic. I am not notable. But I can feel things, and some things I feel are for others, not even myself. I am…
There is great hope amongst weeds, that each one will prevail over the barriers of concrete or landscaping or routine maintenance. They ignore the forces that threaten them, choosing instead…
Yesterday’s Weed invited me to come back and take a second look at it in full sunlight today. Yesterday I’d spied it standing sentinel against darkening skies and back lit…
Before the sky fills with saturated rosy hues there are moments of drama in the sky. This solitary weed stands witness to the impending event, quietly enjoying the last moments…
I present one face to the sun, my public face. It grows green and fuzzy, adjusted, conventional. But my other side, the one I hold close to my heart, grows…
At this time of year the sun bakes the soil and the wild lands start to crack, revealing the paths that water and erosion have continually taken. The cracks show…
“My wings are new, they seem too long. This leaf is nice. I like the sun.” Such are the thoughts of a newly hatched ladybird, safe among weeds. She’ll find…
