Tagged: herbal

mama’s perilla

mama’s perilla
eventually takes over
the garden every

year, understanding that our
nervous system depends on it

my mother is stacking

my mother is stacking
dried persimmons neatly
into a Ziplock bag for the
season that i will be
away. as she works, she
expertly binds the nature
of the persimmon to
my memory – storage,
dosage, usage – with grace,
she braids into my
heartstrings the lore
of generations of mothers
sending forth their wisdom
ahead of a fixed departure