Author Archives: MarkGozonsky

The mushrooms had been planted on soggy dead bamboo leaves covered with a plastic sheet to help keep them moist. Now the mushroom farmer had to wait for 20 days. It would be a new year before anything mushroom-y appeared. Stringiness would be the first mushroom sign. Stringiness like wet cobwebs. Then would emerge pins.Continue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 5”

I thought weeding your garden was either a myth or a rule that did not apply to me. Then one day I noticed a little lettuce plant endeavoring to thrive amid grass and a fun-looking green plant that looks like a pile of triangles. I have always tolerated this fun plant. Big bunches of itContinue reading “Too Much Fun Plant”

They undulate. I ululate. We understand. I have long loved worms, and it does not take my wife rockin’ out to “Heard it in a Love Song” while making pizza for din-din as she most affirmatively is rn to make me remember. The connection? Undulation. Oh worms and the life they lead, pooping for aContinue reading “Worms”

Oh yes, she like to squat amid the regalia of her golden plumage upon her throne of failed compost. Q: How can compost not turn into compost? A: Give it more time. This is what Kentucky is doing. She is made of water and carbon, energized by sunlight; the same could be said of theContinue reading “Kentucky is a Brooder”

to Madame George: oh yes a G-C-D song if I ever did weave one into mine own brainpan, when you fall into a trance, games of chance, glance the eyes goodbye. So it is with my orange catcher’s equipment bag. I have written elsewhere about my passion for this particular bag, which I still feel.Continue reading “Say goodbye goodbye”

We don’t want a chicken indoors. They are not indoor animals. Not because they are not lovable. The problem is indiscriminate poop.

New things that I have learned just this week include that weeding your garden is not a myth. This is an everything-changer. For there I was, well into Year 59, fully believing that all you had to do was plant the seed. Or don’t even plant it. Broadcast it: yes. Let the wind and rainContinue reading “Thatched”

Oh yes, she like to squat amid the regalia of her golden plumage upon her throne of failed compost. Q: How can compost not turn into compost? A: Give it more time. This is what Kentucky is doing. She is made of water and carbon, energized by sunlight; the same could be said of theContinue reading “Kentucky is a Brooder”