My home is the soil I carry with me, 

the dirt I made myself 

from the food I didn’t finish 

cut ends that didn’t go into the soup 

fruit that molded too soon. 


Energy cannot be created or destroyed, 

only transformed. 


My plants and I dine from the same menu 

then in exchange 

I eat a leaf or flower 

or sometimes a true fruit 

and we are one. 

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Mariwyn Curtin is an artist and writer living in Detroit, MI. She explores cities extensively by bicycle and on very long walks, then documents the experiences in artists' books or abstractly as "industrial embroidery" assembled from ephemera found along the way. An author and editor primarily in educational publishing, she is happiest writing about Detroit artists for the publications Essay'd and New Art Examiner and crafting poems weekly with the poetry group, Circle.