Ash Kemp

“Woodland You It’s easy to look at the contours of a forest and feel a bone deep love for nature. It’s less easy to remember that the contours of your own body represent the exact same nature. The pathways of your mind. Your dreams, dark and strange as sprouts curling beneath a flat rock. Your regret, bitter as the citrus rot of old cut grass. It’s the same as the nature you make time to love. That you practice loving. The forest. The meadow. The sweeping arm of a galaxy. You are as natural as any postcard landscape and deserve the same love.”
― Jarod K. Anderson, Field Guide to the Haunted Forest

“These sounds belong to the same unfinished poem as you and your fistful of years like copper coins.
It wouldn’t be poetry without you.”
― Jarod K. Anderson, Field Guide to the Haunted Forest

“You are nature and nature will go on,
but there is kindness that only you can choose to bring to the world.”
― Jarod K. Anderson, Field Guide to the Haunted Forest

“come spring, come hell come collapse, come dusk, stretching tubers, stretching petals that wrap us in their future regardless of whether or not we’re breathing.”
― Tiffany Morris, Elegies of Rotting Stars