infertile

AUTHOR Tom Schaefer

The results of a garden untendedShow your wild overgrowth to me! You ask how much longer until the harvesting can begin, and I answer, without breath, that there is no pulling before the frost.

Everything must be dead before we act or else we’ll likely do something drastic. “Wait in twenty-first century patience” is the worst advice I’ve ever given. Yet here we are, toes deep in barren dust

I will admit to only my mistakesGracious spirits have kept me drunk too long. There are no nutritious lessons, no fruits of a labor borne from love, from a spoon that did much to nourish these two bodies