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the urban harvest -by Emma Difani

December 10

The change of seasons doesn’t mean a vacation for the farmers at Los Poblanos, a local organic farm. They continue to deliver their signature Harvest Boxes which are filled with produce harvested from the several active winter greenhouses and supplemented with fruits and vegetables from a network of regional, organic farmers. The farmers and apprentice farmers must do the less glamorous but equally as important off-season work. Clearing of last season’s crops, field clean up and construction of new greenhouses are all fundamental aspects of the famers winter work. To aid in the difficult job of maintaining 36 acres of farmland and also to cultivate a new generation of farmers, Los Poblanos offers apprenticeships for prospective farmers. With an emphasis on creating a cohesive union of professional farmers, apprentices and community members, Los Poblanos poses the question “Who’s you Farmer?”

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THE GOLD MAESTRO- by Robert Maes

December 10

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poems for strangers -by Amie Zimmer

December 9

Joe Williams was whisked off to a light-filled universe after reading Pablo Neruda’s poetic words. “I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth,” the poem reads. In his thick, southern accent, Joe find his own words after reading Neruda’s poem. “It sounds like somebody really likes somebody,” he said. “Thank you for sharing. Now let me share something back with you.” He then opened up the book that rested on the table, explaining the geographical images that lined its interior.

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Together-by Dylan Smith

December 9

A band is an organism. The members serve as individual organs working in concert towards a common goal of creation. They mix and match, experimenting with their individual creativeness, as if piecing together a puzzle. This process sometimes results in squabble and frustration, but they press on, driven by the desire to recapture a feeling of creation. They let their instruments fall slack in their hands and meet each other’s eyes with bright, understanding glances that say, “Word. That was good.”