The weeds have staged a rebellion in my back yard. Heat and drought have only strengthened their resolve. These words from the poem Striding the Bones of the Coastal Range, rattle through my mind as I attempt to wrestle a tomato or cuke from the thorny grip…
Rank the stalk; and prickle leaf already claw gone thistle. Thorn-apple
Spikings come no surprise. Lethal. Fell. Is witch-wood entered here!
…. Choose carefully your gait.
Circumnavigate My Pretty Little Pretty! Derey me! Dearie Lictious!
…. One knows the cackle. Nightmare Crone.
The weekword of the week is rebel, chosen by Carmen. Visit her to see more blatant acts of rebellion.