“In archaeology a trash heap is called a midden. / It means you've struck gold. What better map / to the way people lived than the things they discarded: / oysters shells, chicken bones, bits of green glass, / pickle forks, shoe leather miraculously intact. / The trash tells what they used, what they ate, / what they could not afford to throw away.” - Midden / Appetite
On self and nature, and on both when beautiful and when in crises.
FAV POEMS: My Mother Says Water Dreams Are Auspicious, Midden / Appetite, Endeavour, Phenomenology Study / Elegy for Island Love, I Drive as My Family Sleeps, The Question, Motherhood in the Climate Crisis, Sea Swim.