Releasing a rescue hedgehog.
Hoe-digger’s Hog
Category: unspoken garden
Speaking for the Unspeakable
The garden speaks continuously, day and night. It has spoken since long before it was enclosed ninety years ago, and it will never stop unless it becomes concreted ground. Even then it will speak again; just give it time. It has always been heard, we hear it all every day and read it continuously, but its messages are not conveyed. They remain within us.
Leaving
Autumn arrived late this year just in time for winter and for the leaving.
A person from the past
A person from the past appeared. He was suddenly there. He asked us if we liked our home And was it a happy place? We said it was. He said it had been When he lived here. He asked about the garden And did we like it? We said we did, very much It was … Continue reading A person from the past
Up the garden path
The twelve paths of the unspoken garden do not go anywhere but lead everywhere They go to places that do not exist.
Augustine
August is the month when the unspoken garden stops and thinks. Things still grow, but the growing is slow. The knowing does its growing.
Lughnassadh
Proclaiming the triumph of the unspoken flowers.
Midsummer Murthers
Summer solstice: a natural crime story.
Beltane
Horticultural heat, hammock-time again. Flies that hover and can carpet-bomb, hedgehogs braving the road, frogs inside a goblin; and those dusky lips.
Unbalanced Equinox
The man with the missile is masturbating His shadow splats onto the garden He thinks he is making history Heaven knows he's making a mess The equinox will re-stock the garden It won't be easy this year The east reheats the cold war There are sentries in spades at the lych-gate When a man without … Continue reading Unbalanced Equinox
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