a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
Seeds are cast tirelessly,
That a revolution may grow.
It is matched
The rebels exploit the cracks,
Defying concrete and asphalt
To reveal the native wild,
Pregnant beneath the surface.
The false order cannot outlast the given.
Harbingers of patient revolution,
When the ground is softened,
And green returns,
Weeds will be the humble ushers
Of greater glories nature can bring.
Jason Bleijerveld lives in Huntington, IN, a small Rust Belt town with a lot to teach. He tries to listen, and on occasion learns enough to write something down, that it might not be forgotten. He finds writing essential for keeping his eyes open and his heart soft, seeking not so much to affect as to be affected.