You were never meant to hold that much
without breaking, the ad for some tincture
promising happiness said. Don’t buy it.
There are flowers and leaves and mushrooms
enough in the forest. The only bottle you need
is one for cool water so you can remain
quietly with the unmolested medicine
still rooted in the earth, both you and they
rooted to the Earth. That's the natural healing
you need. Photosynthesis of Vitamin D
and melanin gently in the half shade
is all the chemistry your spirit requires.
Another Anecdote of a Jar
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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