pickThere aren‘t many poems in this collaborative collection by Aimee Nezhukumatathil & Ross Gay: only 12. The poets are friends and they write about their gardens, back & forth, responding to each other.
A light pick. Nothing blew me over…but its essence is wholesome, attentive goodness, which is hard to find fault in. Strangely, my favorite poems were in the “Winter” section, which is undoubtedly my least favorite season!
“Nothing like peach blossoms in February to tell you / something‘s off — when these / shivered and shimmied in the wind, / it was a full month early. / The garden these days leans in as if to say, / “You‘re fucked, friend.” / It says so with equanimity, all its leaves / quaking through the bright light / like applause for the dead.”
pickThis friendship sustains me and this collection of just a dozen poems arranged seasonally and clearly in conversation with one another is a gift these poets have bestowed upon us. Go forth and read it.
Lace & Pyrite: Letters from Two Gardens | 
