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The flight attendant sidled up to me in her black clogs (not Crocs; Dansko-type; leather, wooden sole; shoes that always a little bit throb my heart; I…

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Two Volunteer Peach Trees Out Near the Compost

It is almost as though your eyes step back, or recuse themselves after they drag you to the flowers that look like a flock of teeny flamingos, wings…

Jun 16 • Ross Gay

To Eat off the Ground

And just like that: boom, the mulberries are on, which we gather because they’re off, have fallen off, the tree, and where they fall, have fallen…

Jun 2 • Ross Gay

Note to Reader: This poem is from what might be a book of poems and poem-type things called Who Loves You Loves You Regardless, which is a line from the…

May 13 • Ross Gay

23. A Few Notes on the Snarl

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May 6 • Ross Gay

To Put in the Peas

Yesterday my mother-in-law gave me a cache of pea seeds in one of those compostable produce baggies tied with a string.

Apr 28 • Ross Gay

What I know about cows is this: cute, big, lonesome sonorous voices, grass eaters, a bunch of stomach (cud-chewers; ruminants), soulful, often subject…

Apr 22 • Ross Gay

Dear—, You wouldn’t remember me, I’m sure of it, nor would you have known that it was just a few hours prior, driving from Decorah, Iowa up to the…

Apr 13 • Ross Gay