[ross gay has such a unique talent of being able to string different scenes and thoughts together in a coherent and beautiful way - moving from one thought to another seamlessly. Here are a few of my favorite poems and phrases. And I dream of one day being able to write about my garden as welcomingly as ross gay writes about his orchard.]
to the fig tree on 9th and christian
feet
c'mon!
"beneath which you are now too the canopy of a fig its arms pulling the September sun to it." - to the fig tree on 9th and christian
"Feel the small song in my chest swell and my coat glisten and twitch." - becoming a horse
"when his loneliness dragged him to a carpeted room in an apartment building in Chinatown" - sharing with the ants
"marching across the long plains of the calf and the meticulously unnamed zone behind the knee over the hamstring into use your imagination for Chrissakes but I will tell you it is dark there and sweet" - sharing with the ants
"the way Myself had made unwittingly a habit of slathering mortar everywhere, almost by accident, for fear of what might forever slip in and be felt;"- the opening
"for jumping and grabbing at once like this a soft thing is hard be gentle she said emerging from the dugout beneath the mulberry tree" - to the mulberry tree
"I can't stop my gratitude, which includes, dear reader, you, for staying here with me, for moving your lips just so as I speak. Here is a cup of tea. I have spooned honey into it." - catalog of unabashed gratitude
"thank you the ancestor who loved you before she knew you by smuggling seeds into her braid for the long journey, who loved you before he knew you by putting a walnut tree in the ground, who loved you before she knew you by not slaughtering the land" - catalog of unabashed gratitude
"I want so badly to rub the sponge of gratitude over every last thing, including you, which, yes, awkward, the suds in your ear and armpit, the little sparkling gems slipping into your eyes." - catalog of unabashed gratitude
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