#mostpulp

A handful of mushroom gift ideas from independent artists

Mushroom mug

Lichen pin

Mushrooming card

Alexander Viazmensky Botanical Print

Chanterelle pin

Summer sleaze and the hum of cicadas, dripping sap oozes on the branch and you are my sea shell on the beach waiting, open like a hug open like heart surgery.  I curl into you, your pearl. Is this love ill-fated? Does it matter right now while pools of water and sand stand down for us? Where we are the gods for once?

Can a mute sigh? my lungs sink in the murky balance of body and water. Why don’t I float like the buoys or other children who get praised for floating just so? I float every night in my dreams on clouds, on water, on beasts.

Poetry is a virus I’m infected with language its roots that have attached to my aorta and folded inside my trachea. I spew rhyme and rhythm. I am possessed with the need to speak my truth. It’s in every heartbeat and all my inhales need to expel something more than hot air.

With this gift of language we must not lose sight of it's power must not lose touch with it’s gravity. so much can be said of a red wheel barrow… and so much can be said of mirrors and belts and fog and oak leaves narrowing.