Anise Hyssop and Bee
Herbalism, Poetry


Your name rolls off the tongue like powdered sugar - "Anise, darling," like some long-lost British second-cousin come calling after years of traveling the world in want of "self discovery." Your list of particulars can cast a lengthy shadow, as you list them studiously so as to ensure that you are flawlessly cared for: Anti-bacterial,… Continue reading Hyssop

Herbalism, Poetry

Building Your Home Apothecary: March

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic… Continue reading Building Your Home Apothecary: March

Poetry, Spirituality

I Was Named For Water

Brandywine A stone‚Äôs throw was all it took, we stumbled over our feet into the murky weeds, laugh-barking like beast children in the twilight of an early Summer evening. It was a Saturday and we had nowhere to be, nowhere except the banks of this practically-home, this comfort-zone, this old friend who knew the feel… Continue reading I Was Named For Water