About The New AgrarianI have been planting content here off and on since 2002, with occasional attempts at cultivation and pruning. All of it swirls around more or less agrarian ideas: food and agriculture, including some practical things, but also craft, community, technology, embodiment, history, sustainability, nature, and place. As you might guess, I’ve changed my mind a few times on all these topics since I started a decade ago. I cultivate, but not always in neat rows. Read my Explanation and Apologia to learn more.
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Category Archives: Poems
I read this poem, or rather story in the form of a poem, in lieu of preaching a sermon on John 6:1–15 at St. Joseph’s Episcopal Church on July 26. I had no great words of wisdom to offer about … Continue reading
With apologies to the psalmist. Each day tells its tale unto the next: The sun in jaunty setting shouts its benediction to the sky Like a TV talk show host leaving the stage. One by one the sky announces stars … Continue reading
She rides ahead and would head off His maverick thoughts, guiding them to sensible Corrals — but stubbornly they canter, This one to its mother, that to the river’s cool Repose, each in a time and place its own. He … Continue reading
A lifetime’s work reduced by lifetimes since To a pile of stones in a ferny wood, grown o’er With moss and vines, and gently hid to all But those who wish to see. A gift from him Who dwelt here … Continue reading
Silent at her loom the spider labors To be unseen and never heard — as do I, watching, Until, unseeing, I cry out: Web in my beard. She chews her words, predigesting Speech, sound and picture out of sync Like … Continue reading
By nine the air already sweats. The sun, wearier today than once Climbs but slow, as travelers laden Struggle to heft again damp spirits, While all around our dizzied ears This primeval din the wood exudes— This moldering cacophony Swells … Continue reading
Sit in the shade of a flowering tree While wisps of cloud like puppies chase their tails. Watch the ribcage of a dog Fall into rhythm with the swaying grass. Study the violent dancing of a tree, the moment after … Continue reading
On Friday I hiked the portion of North Carolina’s Mountains to Sea Trail that runs along the Eno River, about nine miles from Roxboro Road in Durham through West Point on the Eno Park, across Guess Road into the Eno … Continue reading
If you’re new to this, read the Cheap Poetry Manifesto. Scattered on the path, the maple blossoms Drops of blood shed by the spring’s new birthing. The rain will wash it clean, baptize the season. The infant leaves, so pale … Continue reading