Beekeeping is my life, has for my family the last eighty years. The artists and the dream weavers say it best.
My body broke when the bees left,
became a thing of bones
and spaces and stretched skin[1]
When the hive is asleep, the pods keep me buzzing. Lovely Vermont living on Rumble Strip (podcast) or sailing with the artists at Storytellers Telling Stories or surfing the abyss at Darknet Diaries. More to come.
References edit
- ^ "Six Bee Poems". The Poetry Society. Retrieved 9 September 2023.