Compostable Poems

It’s particularly nice to be in print. Satisfying. Words you can smell on the page.

This Autumn Equinox, my poems appear in a delightful newspaper of the seasons called The Pearl Vine. I found The Pearl Vine through The Concern Newsstand, which I found in turn through my publisher, Bored Wolves. The tagline is a Hope Mirlees quote: “There’s no clock like the sun, and no calendar like the stars.” Obviously, I subscribed immediately. Then I saw the creator was looking for submissions. A double delight has now alighted in my mailbox.

After I read it, says the publisher, I can compost the paper. A novice composter, and not a gifted one, I am nevertheless delighted with the idea of my words floating through the post boxes, homes, and minds of a few interesting folks for a week or a season, then decomposing in those same folks’ gardens, giving back a small something to the earth. Poets are necessarily into metaphor. It will be a fine corrective balancing, to watch my words cycle so literally with the seasons.


Contemplative magazine Leaping Clear (not in print — oh how I would love them to be!) is also currently featuring some of my poems and photos. I’ve previously mentioned Jody Gladding‘s poems in the same issue. I’m still enthralled with them.

Photo by Chanelle A. Bergeron, The Pearl Vine‘s creator and publisher. Click the picture to go straight to her tinyletter.

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