I am a beekeeper. I often think of what Marcus Aurelius said, “What Injures the Hive, Injures the Bee.” I was inspired to write this poem after reading a wonderful article by Demian Entrekin, “The We Generation & Why We Must Consider the Stoics Now.” Naval gazing? So passé. The Me Generation? Over. That […]
Gwendolyn Soper
Gwendolyn Soper’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Subtropics, The Hopper, Nine Mile, 3,651 Years Lived (an anthology), and elsewhere. A poster of her poem “Cast Iron” hangs in Aberdeen, Scotland (a collaborative effort called Stuck Up to create the world's longest paste-up wall of poetry and art). Her op-ed pieces about basic human rights and current events have been published in The Salt Lake Tribune. She lives with her husband on a smallholding in rural Utah—a certified Monarch butterfly waystation they maintain—where they enjoy being butlers to liberated chickens, ducks, rabbits, and alpacas. The bees take care of themselves.
Our Town
I wrote “Our Town” after spending a late afternoon in springtime experiencing everything I wrote about in the poem. When I sat down to write about the old cedar and barbed wire fencing, and how it made me think of old women playing a game of red rover, I was surprised and delighted by the […]