by Carol Casey
Ordering seeds during a pandemic is,
like everything else, complicated
The distributor is overwhelmed
open only to commercial growers.
Try again later, door shut, scarcity panicky
we regroup, find other sources.
Little packets of promise, dry curling
embryos. Just add water and life quickens,
becomes spinach, cilantro, dill.
We prepare the earth for our continuation.
Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and had appeared in The Prairie Journal, Sublunary Review, Cacti Fur, Plum Tree Tavern, and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, Tending the Fire and i am what becomes of a broken branch. Surekha spent her formative years in the beautiful hills of Nilgiris before she moved to her hometown, Thalassery, to pursue a career in fine art. Her works have been in many exhibitions across India, and most recently to “Revived Emotions,” an international exhibition at Ratchademnoen Contemporary Art Centre, Bangkok. She served as the head designer for a leading Kerala based jewelery chain for 17 years, leaving behind an oeuvre of more than 3000 designs. Painting has always been her first love, exploring the moods of nature, and finding shades, colours, tones and textures in landscapes, especially focusing on her memories of Thalassery and Nilgiris.