Dee Horne Giant strawberries on steroids are abnormal wild strawberries rule. Dee Horne is a creative writer. She respectfully acknowledges the traditional unceded territories of the Coast Salish people and thank the Snaw’naw’as and Qualicum First...
Faith Kaltenbach My mother’s happy childhood in a protected country arboretum left her loving the green earth and, more-or-less, believing in flower fairies. She told us their stories, ‘of course this is just pretend,’ while she fashioned flamenco dancers from...
Andrea Penner I take no creditfor what appeared todayin our back garden. All praiseto the sun, the rainlast winter’s snowand someone’slong ago thoughtthat a rose bushneeded to livejust there. All gratitudefor the hands(not mine)that fed and wateredpruned and...
Gina Ogorzaly Sinking my hands into soilThey morph into the Polish peasant handsOf my ancestors, nails rimmed with dirtCalloused palms, dry and hard.Living on disrupted border landsOf the Carpathian MountainsThey only wished to tend the earthPeacefully, pluck...
Faith Kaltenbach No, not the river city in Saskatchewan.Just a tall bush outside my front window.A juneberry variety called ‘Saskatoon.’ The bush is my wild green view in summer.It makes a bower of this room.Small birds hide from hawks.Delicate spring flowers...
Rebecca Jo Dakota “What’s your birthday wish,My nine-year-old gardener?”“Can I have earthworms?” Rebecca Jo Dakota lives and thrives in Albuquerque. She gets a kick out of gardening, writing, traveling, being a friend, and baking blue-ribbon...
