Early September, an in-between time, summer lingers, autumn touches leaves red. With potatoes dug and a freezer full of berries, corn and cabbage, with winter squash and pumpkins ripening on the vine and fall greens growing, I step toward the darker months feeling secure. Food is wealth. Healthy soil is the honest foundation of economy. And so I spend hours digging in compost and seed a winter cover crop of clover – it’s an investment. So is poetry. It can create a fertile spot in the dark loam of a mind; it can allow one word to open itself inside out, cross pollinate, create something entirely new.
Patrick Loafman, editor
The Dandelion Farm Review, Summer 2014 