Sly

Sly A girl tree, centered on an oxbow. All the others were boys, straining for altitude, reaching for her, hoping. She was a little bit older. By the time pollen happened, her root forks pressed against underground clods. She nurtured a green feeling for a young cottonwood, not the tallest nor the thickest. His rustles, […]

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Many Roads Lead to Town

Megan E. Freeman’s debut poetry collection, Lessons on Sleeping Alone, was published in 2015 by Liquid Light Press. She has been published in literary anthologies and educational journals, and her poetry has been selected as texts for compositions commissioned by the Los Angeles Master Chorale and Ars Nova Singers. Megan holds degrees from Occidental College and […]

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Blue Oyster Culture

There’s a giant black cottonwood behind the house looming over our yard and the neighbor’s yard. It’s several times taller than the house and at least twice my arms span in circumference. I don’t dare measure precisely because it is covered in English ivy and I may have developed an allergy to that. The neighbors […]

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My Morel

It’s springtime, which means foraging opportunities are back in full. The prime time for tender leafy greens, chickweed, miner’s lettuce, violets, etc, is passing into a tough fibrous late-stage. But now the spring mushroom season launches. My glee for plants and mushrooms has expanded with the acquisitions of a new phone, the Galaxy S4. With […]

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Cream of Maggot Soup

Last Saturday Eric and I went mushroom hunting in Sandy River Delta Park. Our goal was to find infamously elusive morels, but after a couple hours we had nothing and Eric had a headache. He lay down on a moss-covered log and I looked under, gasping, “Morel!” But it was only a Verpa bohemica, not […]

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