Writing and Sowing

I found that plowing land, traversing rows of vegetables, mowing, traveling back and forth from barn to house – this shuttling is akin to writing, the body a pen, the land an endless tablet. I learned that the words within us, under our gambrel skulls, are waiting to be let out to pasture.

– Julia Shipley, Adam’s Mark


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s