Just as I feel like I’m getting into a steady routine with my work and living in Detroit, there’s only 3 weeks left! I’ve finished mapping the locations of the farmsteads, which I’m very proud and excited about, and I’m hoping to get to attend the meeting with the stakeholders in the project before the end of my time spent here. In some strange way, I’m reassured by the realization that the time I’ve spent here has honestly only been a very small speck in my organization’s journey: my mentor, other members of the org, community stakeholders, and other local partners will continue to work on this project until this land trust is established and go on to start\/facilitate so many more community projects in the Brightmoor neighborhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here’s a little garden sonnet draft I wrote earlier this week (after gardening), to make up for how short this blog is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe summer is only this, sweat dissipating into the ash. Crowding Just as I feel like I’m getting into a steady routine with my work and living in Detroit, there’s only 3 weeks left! I’ve finished mapping the locations of the farmsteads, which I’m very proud and excited about, and I’m hoping to get to attend the meeting with the stakeholders in the project before the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4419,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18371","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4419"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18371"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18374,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18371\/revisions\/18374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/courses.lsa.umich.edu\/dcerp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
of the soil, brash breaths of homo sapiens<\/em> corporeal, at once flitting
after frost. A bird screeches in a bucket of man-made tools. Enough
of birds. Too many poems spun of birds, of wings. Instead, I ought
to romanticize this garden, imagine symbols from legs of centipedes
perpetually indiscernible, sketch the stunning beauty of butterflies
named after cabbage. On my fingers, I discover streaks. Dusty yellow
residue from trichomes. Fruits red like an afterthought. Above, the sun.
How it kills our cells. Turns them against one another. How all regrets
feel invisible in the haze of heat. Here, I whisper, steal from me this
poem. Yes, here, where glass shards shape mulch, where cigarettes
lie on wired dirt like bodies, where wormed twines flee with wind\u2014
even here, where every growth is a dichotomy, every observation
a poetic clich\u00e9\u2014let me hold your glow. My words for your radiation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"