a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
mycelial, eating toxins together,
decomposing what’s still indigestible
about this place. The nasty taste.
Could spread our dirty hands wide,
vegetate, infiltrate, recolonize.
Below ground, we could grow
fat on loss, bust out in the wildest
shapes. Puffball. Flagellate.
Our mistakes gorgeous in dispersal
across polluted skies. Help me try.