When I first moved to Bloomington, many folks told me to check out the Community Orchard. They talked about the strawberries and the apples, the pears and the flowers, the bees and the blackberries, and so much more, but most boasted about  of all  were the amazing people who helped establish and run it.  My first… Read More


Poetry for Trash has another new home! And this is the coolest thing: this station is a gift from the Crestmont Boy’s & Girl’s Club Kids who built it with the help of the Hope Builders. Gift Economy in the works!!!   The good folks at Rhinos, an amazing after school program for the coolest… Read More


From the editors: As lovers of poetry and literary crusaders against pollution, we were so interested to hear about this new project, Poetry for Trash. We asked founder and director John-Michael Peter Bloomquist to tell us about the project, his inspiration, and what poetry and trash have in common. Here’s what he had to say: … Read More


Three Steps:   Mauss summarizes that gift giving is biased on three actions: to give, to receive, and to reciprocate, hence, the three steps of Poetry for Trash: 1. Pick a poem 2. Pick up the Trash it is worth 3. Add your own poem     Step one: Pick a poem “Where there is no… Read More


This year for halloween I decided to go to the parade on Oregon Hill and hand out some poems by Poe, Blake, Dickinson, and  Booth  that could be considered halloween themed: there were dead things in the poems. I wrapped the poems in candy. “Is the candy in the poem a metaphor?” some people would ask.… Read More


The morning was  overcast. My friend, the artist Dan Sheets,  was at my door at around 9 am with his daughter in a stroller. “I’ve been up all night cause she was having a hard time sleeping, so I made 17 of these magpies,” he said, surprising me a plastic bag full of  these gorgeous magpies.   He said… Read More


:   One of my favorite insects next to the scorpion is the spider. “Grandmother spider” my friend called this one that began to weave its evening web above our heads. She was huge, big as a silver dollar. Folk tales connect the spider with the alphabet, language, and poetry: she weaves her web and… Read More


  Without   the silence of nature within.   the power within the power   without.   the path is whatever passes–no end in itself.   the end is, grace–ease–   healing, not saving.   singing not saving   singing  the proof   the proof of the power within.   By, Gary Snyder    … Read More


Today was an amazing success! I am so thankful for all of these people and all of the poems that they contributed.   A local Richmond poet recited a poem from memory!  Some love for Whitman  Some more love for Whitman , and cleaner river for him too.    These guys made it work    … Read More


This is the first station.  The heart is cut out from a wooden canvas given to me by my old neighbor, the hook holding the poems was left by an old roommate, and the plastic sleeve holding the poem was left in the room I moved into before the place I’m living in now. In the… Read More