a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
I pray for permeability –
That restrictive skin
Would not keep out,
Would not contain.
Baptize me in the Maumee River
That I may absorb its pain,
The nitrogen, lead, and waste,
And be bound to its health.
Green shores eroded to industry,
Agriculture held in isolation,
Promises of urban prosperity;
The river bears the damage.
Pain leaches and joins the flow,
From my body, into the water,
Mixing with all life downstream.
Redemption is personal and universal.
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.