
Poetry
Adam Talks With Sisyphus About Gardening
Sisyphus, I forgot to say that, thoughthe sun always dies before I’ve finished,and, when sweat and soil sting my brow, I’ve wishedthese weeds would be

Sisyphus, I forgot to say that, thoughthe sun always dies before I’ve finished,and, when sweat and soil sting my brow, I’ve wishedthese weeds would be

So, here you are, too foreign for home, too foreign for here. Never enough for both. — Ijeoma Umebinyuo Leaving home Home is everywhere and nowhere. The last few