A Journal

"I'm going to come back to West Virginia when this is over. There's something ancient and deeply-rooted in my soul. I like to think that I have left my ghost up one of those hollows, and I'll never really be able to leave for good until I find it. And I don't want to look for it, because I might find it and have to leave".----Breece D'J Pancake, in a letter to his mother. 


Rebecca Brown


my lover who doesn’t love,
doesn’t love her body

my lover who doesn’t love says,
this skin doesn’t fit

my lover who doesn’t love
wants to become a tree,

grow tall, learn to re-limb 

when she leaves,
she doesn’t leave anything behind


My favorite souvenir is a small glass jar with sequoia seeds in it, that my grandparents brought back from a trip to California when I was about nine. At the time I planned on keeping them until I had a place of my own to plant them. They've stayed with me through three apartments, two states and over a thousand miles. I don't know if they would even be able to grow into a tree, but I'm going to keep them just in case.


Rebecca Brown is an MFA candidate at the University of Alabama, who spends a lot of time writing love poems to cornfields. Their work is recently published or forthcoming from Alien Mouth, the Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Potluck Mag. They can usually be found on twitter, @notalake, or on tumblr,