#soil
don't touch my pile of dirt
i'm hoping something will grow out of it
i put it in a special place,
under the window
next to my bed
there's one in the living room by the door
the cats don't mind
it's their chaos to cause
maybe they want something
to grow, too
so next time you come over,
pretend not to stare
at my favorite little dirt pile
sitting over there
winter was long,
so i brought earth indoors
when you go, take some with you
it's yours, it's yours
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 6:35 PM UTC
I happened upon a field of flowers,
yet non had bloomed.
I knelt,
let the soil run through my hands.
dry
Too dry for this time of year.
I searched for color,
for stem,
for memory of green,
but found nothing
to evidence.
Still
I could have sworn.
I dug.
Deeper, to find what's has been left behind.
but I dug sand,
to find sand,
and in the depths
found more sand.
I'm certain something would remain
if only I'd reached far enough
so I wondered
if the field of flowers
had ever existed at all
And yet,
as the wind blew past me,
At least for a moment
I saw them again
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC
I await transplant to a new ***
Where no one knows me, the soil is rich,
So I can grow into someone that I'm not.
Where face and name
Are strangers to each other,
Where I'm only son
Of a mother and a father.
Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
I wrestle this truth, sour and toil,
For wherever I'd go, whatever soil,
I am body and soul,
Present and shadow.
I am root and stem;
I am the scent and the flower.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
I carry old things
like pressed lilies.
They no longer bloom,
yet they remember my name.
This morning,
I planted daisies
in my garden.
They bloom well,
as I lean close and tell them my name.
Because loving the new
is not a betrayal of the old.
It just means
my heart learned
to walk forward
carrying the soil
it once grew from.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 8:24 AM UTC
The fear always finds me
In between the cracks
When the day begins to break.
Like mud slide, an
Earthquake in the middle of
This ocean that surrounds us.
The anxiety digs hooks into
My flesh and strikes
Dissonance in my heart.
The rumbling outside
This shaking shelter
Will grind your
Little veins
To dirt.
I think myself so clever still.
Posing with my back straight,
Looking through and above, while
I hide hands chipped and filthy
From digging and digging
And digging.
I was never meant to be
An archaeologist.
I've never dreamed of
Breaking my back
Excavating the ruins of
The city I built in my mind.
The fear has molded me,
Raised me, carried me here.
With those terrible wings
I have experienced flight.
It is important to never look down.
Too long and you'll realize
You have no business flying.
Yet here now, on the ground,
I stand with my back straight.
I have long since fallen and made
My home in the soil.
I have clipped my feathers and
Denounced flight forever.
Like the worm I squirm
In silent reverence, a
Smile on my skin when
I feel the warmth around me.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
mire is mire,
and has ever lain as mire.
yet what hand dares to sink,
and rive this woeful gyre?
what was ad before the mire?
did hands ever lure the quire,
or whorl within the abyme skein,
that scends beneath, and plaits the lyre?
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
We become soil and ash
We all do, decompose in the east
If my knees can’t carry me up the hills
If the millipedes can’t have a feast
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Why are we drawn
to lust,
to the hunger of flesh,
to devour food
as if the body remembers
a hunger older than time?
Because we are soil!
And we desire
grain,
flesh,
which too rise
from soil.
Like calls to like.
Atoms seek atoms.
The universe obeys
its own silent gravity.
Our lust,
and longings
die
when we return
to the dust
we came from.
But even then,
it’s not over.
Our atoms will scatter
into soil,
into seeds,
into skins.
And somewhere,
in someone,
they will long
again.
Not with our name,
but with our echo.
Maybe, the bodies you see
are echoes,
of echoes,
of echoes...
of echoes…
…
..
.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
soak into death be a sot to it you enemy of love
sponge and earth and thaw
breakdown into smaller and smaller particulates
and become involved in the sop
rejoin life
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
When they offer you olives,
Rip the branch from their hands
And beat the fruit off.
The soil is ripe,
Right is might;
Who cares for leaves & petals to fall?
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
Mind worries as sun blazes
dwindling up water sources
held so close like precious treasure,
As earth spins, yearning for change!!
Soil waits in anticipation
Longing for monsoon’s gentle touch
and to hear stories from heavenly sky
gathered by collective clouds!!
Leaves stretch out their eager hands,
While roof tops become willing recipients
To embrace the raindrops
As convoy from the sky above!!
Mind dances as if on cloud nine
As celebration of renewal
Of dried-up life and leaves...
Waiting for the splash of rain
across every breeze in its way...
Of lone long walks with no barriers
between soul and heaven!!
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 7:33 AM UTC
a sower of seeds
brought me to my knees
by a swift smell of a flower
he promised to sell
the seeds of it’s smell
if I’d water it every hour
I said i‘ll give it the sun
if he gave me just one
more smell of its aroma
he asked why not have all?
and need not ask anymore
when you hold and harness it’s power
I said, if that be the case for my soul
give me not in part but the whole
and I’ll grant it an eternal shower
and so he planted as he went
the seed of its scent
into the soil of my heart
forever
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 12:10 AM UTC
Each emination,
Hot as an inferno.
The breath I let escape
Burns before it boils,
Serpent, tongue coil.
The way you worked me;
Nailed the coffin, spread the soil.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
~for my dear, dear friend, T.R.
who tills the soil of Jordan’s Garden,
from which life springs eternal
<>
see your words, sent direct to my ears and all our mutuality of senses,
fingertips tasting the soil, the moisture, the granularity,
the chemical composition and the color, always the colors…
our gardens are our children, each similar but always,
unique, altogether different, altogether similar
how I love the how-work of it; how the soil, you, suckle each other
with nutrients of tears, Georgia heat, outcomes of
the summer produce(s),
a refresher course of memories, of frustrated endlessness
we see heaven only by looking down, you, me, on our hand and knee,
touching each plant by hand as if soft stroking a cheek of our children
in some spots, the ground unyielding, keeping its riches
stored for another day, only then, when it wills, offer up
its specialty - a surprise, a wind-blown in, seed sprouting
it so many different ways, the work gets harder, and yet,
more tender, more desirable and we do not wonder on it
for this the way, of planting, and planning human desires,
tempered by elements over which we relinquish a
sense of control, yet forever knowing, happily, renewal~marked by
the forever and ever on seasonality
of a rebirthing garden
that sustains
us
6/25/23
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 8:23 AM UTC
piloted
plough tills the plot
overturns one season
for one of greater potential profit
Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 10:31 AM UTC
I create with Earth,
my pliant hands in her soil.
Seeds of life we sow <3
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 1:30 AM UTC
flames raze the forest,
bringing it to its knees.
ashes line the ground,
fertilizing the charred soil.
the clouds mourn for the forest,
blessing the ground with its tears.
seeds of all sizes land,
and the sun wakes up to greet them.
a garden rises from the ashes.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC
Skin on soil - I sink
My lungs a network of roots,
I breathe with the leaves.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
I have dirt between my teeth
Between my bed sheets
It falls out of my hair every time I move
It’s beneath my fingernails
no amount of scrubbing will make them clean
& I’m always knee deep
in the graves of all the people I have loved
I keep digging them up
Every time I fall asleep
since I’m sure I've made a mistake
Only to bury them a little deeper
When I don’t like what they have to say
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
As a perennial here
I’ve grown and died
with reasonably quiet roots
learnt colloquial voices
that let me pass in these beds
But frothing coasts,
shattered hand held heights,
cool plains of forever
and cobbled nooks
magnetise more with life
So bring me the horizon,
you wild world
and release me of my soil
commitments
so I can continue
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
I drove a raised road
which gave a view of fields
much different to home
though mere miles away
vast, dark-rich soil potential
where words couldn’t fail to grow
but in a syntax not my own
There, the syllables of rushes stood clear
arrogant, apparent
with no lost edges or liminal blur
where I would speak my words
Heading back, a driveway sign said:
ROSES, BEANS
and now, at home
I’m lost to what that means
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
I was buried
A shallow grave
So deeply embedded in dirt no one could see me
Yet right below surface
Fell out of love and directly into the hole
The other option was hang on to the limb I inhabited in a state of vulnerable agility
So I ended effort and surrendered to the freshly dug soil waiting beneath our chance at love
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
The terra is only one
planted in clay soil
one planet of earth!
The sneaked out nightingale
here is never gone.
Unleashes soprano
at the same ancient roses'
still a perfumed home!
It's the starry upside's
dark down deep hole.
Sunset melting shadow
down the half light moon!
Eyes on in toto cool
after the day painter sun
is done colouring in full.
Guess, up from the sunrise mountain
who beams back tomorrow
into this unfathomed serene clay-mole?
Again see the sun follows by the moon!
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
The mounds of my sit bones
press firmly into the soil
Grass dampens me with mud-
moist from the water
just a few more feet down
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC