Truly, I just love Ross Gay. I love his sense of celebration and wonder. I love his connection to the world of gardens. I love how accessible his poems are while also saying important things. I love how wholeheartedly he laughs in every interview I hear with him. If space allowed, I would post his odes, one by one, for everyone to read. I began with this one.
“drifting while I drink
and drink and
my grandfather waters the flowers”
