TO VOLUME II: ROOTS
the rhizome is an unruly ball of roots, interlinking and tethered bonds of being. they clutch down, splitting stones and scree in way. it intends on caring enough to try, to hold still and remain long enough to become familiar in the landscape. no matter how high you soar, the bonds that hold you so can only grow to hold you steadfast in flourish. it is a lineage, an endeavor, and a source of resolve.
for this first contributory issue, we want, simply enough, poetry about your roots. your roots are entirely your own –– the sum of what has made you, the bonds which you have grown, the family you have gathered, and all the beauty, joy, and wonder you have cultivated, watered, and nourished in the vast histories and memories of your life. tell us your stories in as little or as many words as possible, as literally or liberally as you wish –– we cannot wait to read them.
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