mountains – G.R. Nanda

Ecopoetics – Rolling Hills of Grass

A darkened mush within a vat of mineral, a ripening rush descended the bowels of a mammal, the discovery feels liminal, scents swim like eels wafting through the fronds of grass on a mountain of grazing lass, the climb harkens of Olympus, the heavens meet me and I am beckoned to kneel only interrupted byContinue reading “Ecopoetics – Rolling Hills of Grass”