helena nelson reed art

Artist: Helena Nelson Reed 


Powdered ivory ice sky clay,

Rolling pin clouds, reveal the day,

An inhale, a moment, of post storm peace,

An inhale, a moment, of harmony achieved,

Now, diamond drops of dew,

Frame lily petals of royal citrus maroon,

We exhale our in/finitude,

Like burning sun, reflective moon.


NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two: Georgic*

NaPoWriMo (2017)



Some seek holiness, some seek salvation,

The question and answer wait in divine dirt magic of creation,

I’m from the city,

What I know of agriculture, I know vicariously,

I know that plants sustain me,

Yet my attempts to grow them have gone mostly unsuccessfully,

The ground was not quite right, inhabitable clay,

When I restored the soil, the bunnies ate what grew all day.


Behold, She is a Priestess of dirt,

Her alchemy has nourished many in our shared world,

In the winter she dreams,

Of seeds sprouting into any number of things,

I have studied her thaumaturgy,

Waking, making, reality of envirotheopraxic dreams.



*Inspired by:

The darling Happy Urban Housewife, read more of her musings here: https://happyurbanhousewife.wordpress.com/

Also inspired by Rev. Anna Woofenden, read more about her community, The Garden Church here: https://annawoofenden.com/garden-church/

In addition, I would like to also mention the inspiration given by Rainbow Warrior, Blair Frank, who is beyond proficient in cultivating kindness, love, community and a garden that has oft been a sanctuary to me and so many others. Read more about Gaia’s here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/iowa-citys-sustainability-showcase-gaias-peace-garden_us_58f297a1e4b04cae050dc7e4

Thank you for reading, Happy Earth Day! 


Day One NaPoWriMo: Haibun

NaPoWriMo (2017)



Do you remember the girl who wanted nothing more than to speak the language of guitars? She stared longingly at their cherry stained faces and silvery coils of strings.

She laughs now because she learned,

Her hands speak guitar,

She is who she dreamed she was.