“Wherever you are is called Here.”
~ David Wagoner, from the poem “Lost” (1999)
Lately, I’ve started writing HERE poems, noting the coordinates of the subject in the title. This is new to me and it offers a shift: planting me in my own location while opening me to the planetary presence of the things I write about. The prose poem “The City’s in the Garden” is a recent piece with this notation.
The garden in the poem lives (and dies) in the Edgewater community in the northernmost part of Lincoln Park, Chicago. It’s a magnet for neighborhood walkers and the draw for my regular route…
Source: Here: "The City's in the Garden"