The annual June “Open Call: The Garden Issue” issue takes us back to our roots. We call the open call issue The Garden Issue because you all are planting a seed of creativity and watching it grow. Wild Greens is where we grow our creative selves.
“Everything grows in your garden” a poem by Doug Jacquier speaks to new beginnings. Three songbirds follow. In Sarah Jane Timmons’s “interrupt the morning” in acrylic and gouache, the artist has painted a robin on a piece of bark that had fallen from a tree in her garden. In Jo Gatenby’s short story “Songbird,” an injured husband captures a songbird, selfishly hoping to keep the beauty of the song to himself. “Screaming Baby Starling Season,” by Lynne Marie Rosenberg in colored pencil, considers the cycle of life.
“Meet Me,” a poem by Katie Moino, explores the connection between landscape and magic, inner and outer selves, the quiet connections that nature can bring. The song “October Sky,” written and performed by Pat Severin, connects memory and romance to the month of October. Angela Patera’s “Vibrant Forest Scene,” in acrylics on mixed media paper, experiments with soft colors and blended shapes to capture the feeling of the forest. “As the Sun Appears at Noon,” a poem by Ion Corcos, uses natural imagery to suggest a transition to something new.
Maggie Topel’s digital logo for the issue draws inspiration from local farm stands that dot the sides of roads, and sweet tasty things you can forage.
“The Divine,” a collage by Holly Genovese, finds aesthetic and political connections across working class art and queer art created in Mid-Atlantic cities, affirming the vibrancy and importance of urban art. In “To the Italian Wall Lizard I Rescued” by Sara Letourneau, the persona recounts a time when they saved a life. “FISH” in acrylic by Judith R. Robinson, in bright yellow, red, and blue, celebrates the beauty of creatures.
The pieces at the end of the issue are all about experimentation, creativity and freedom in one way or another. In “My Garden Grows Here,” a grieving poem by Rebecca Agauas, the persona imagines what her mother would do if she ever lost her daughter. “Funky Cacti Times” by Melissa Lomax combines multiple elements, including hand drawing, Photoshop, digital color, and black construction paper. “The Art of Controversy,” by Elaine Joy Edaya Degale embraces the freedom to go against a conventional, conservative, white view on what a black woman “should” or “shouldn’t” be. “Bloom” in acrylic by Lisa Dailey depicts a bouquet made from a variety of experimental techniques and unconventional applications: plastic bags, celery stalks, and Q-tips were all used to paint.
Grow free, grow together, grow your own way, grow wild.
Rebecca
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The touch of your hand is everywhere,
covering all of the ground,
nurturing the native,
gathering in the orphan,
weeding out the wrong,
feeding the strugglers,
watering the thirsty,
tough-loving the growth,
leaving space,
weaving magic,
sewing hope,
visioning dreams,
creating legacy,
building the earth,
and loving ‘the lost’.
by Sarah Jane Timmons
Acrylic & gouache on bark
Inspiration: This sweet little American robin was inspired by the robins who often appear in a garden near my home. One day, a piece of bark had fallen from a nearby tree, and I decided to sketch a nearby robin on it. I completed the piece in my home studio and then pressed the bark to preserve it. Named after an Emily Dickinson poem, this fleeting guest arrives to interrupt your morning — and just as suddenly, in a flash of feathers, it’s gone again, off to continue its day.
by Jo Gatenby
The church bells chimed their morning greeting as the songbird flew above the small town, unwittingly following Main Street, over the diner, the building where Woolworths had opened with great celebration in 1954, closed in quiet desperation in 1997, and now housed a dusty antiques co-op, then the barbershop and movie theatre, before veering right on Neil Armstrong Lane, to soar past the turnoff to the highway, keeping straight as the road changed from hardtop to much-patched asphalt, dwindling to a rutted drive, entering a wooded copse. The sun beat warm on her head as she headed for her favorite branch at the top of the highest tree, overlooking the best garden in the world.
Because it was hers.
She lifted her head and began to sing a song of praise to the garden’s beauty. She sang of the sun slipping through the leaves in the morning, sparking the dew on the grass until it glittered like scattered jewels…of the first buds of spring, the warm air caressing her body, the joy of finding a mate, hatching eggs, raising young.
Her song was a celebration of life.
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At the end of the garden stood a timeworn stone house, so covered with moss and vines, it might have grown there.
Every morning, a bitter man trapped in a high-backed chair was wheeled outside, in hopes that the fresh air would help heal him. Weeks had passed since he last smiled. All the joy he’d ever known was dust and distant memory.
He pushed his wife and friends away with cruel words and angry taunts, infuriated when they excused his bad behavior, citing his injuries with pity in their voices. He wallowed in his rage and loneliness, with all the satisfaction of a hog in a mud hole.
The man listened to the bird’s song. He didn’t understand the meaning. But for the first time in months, a hint of pleasure stirred inside him.
He decided he needed her music to stop his pain.
The next morning, he set out birdseed. When the bird accepted his treat as her due, he began moving it a bit closer every day. And so, he gained her trust.
She flew down, perched on his finger, and sang for him. But it was not enough.
Soon after, he added a golden cage beside his chair. At first, this apparition made her nervous. But she trusted him, and when her treats were moved inside, she innocently hopped in to enjoy them.
The man closed the door behind her.
When the songbird realized she was trapped, she panicked. Her wings flailed, beating a frantic rhythm as she threw herself against the unyielding bars. Her shrill, discordant cries filled the air with jagged notes of fear and fury.
Still, he was resolved to have her music for himself. He had her carried into the house. “Sing for me, little bird,” he coaxed.
But she perched in silence, hunkered down, her head pulled into her shoulders. She refused to eat or drink. Her feathers began to molt.
The man was unsettled by her distress, yet determined to coax her song back to life again.
He had the cage moved beside the window, hoping the sight of the garden would cheer the songbird up.
She stared longingly through the glass. And then she did begin to sing.
The bird sang of lost freedom, of the pain of being confined, of dreams fading in the dark. This time, the man understood her, since he’d experienced those same things.
Her song held such yearning and sorrow that tears rose in his eyes. Unable to bear it, he took the cage into the garden, where he opened the door and set her free.
The songbird stared, trembling, then leapt to the edge of the doorway. She hesitated, then burst into the air and flew up to her favorite perch, high in the tallest tree.
The man watched her go, a sad smile twisting his lips.
She began to sing a song of such happiness that tears once again sprang to his eyes. It was a hymn of release, rebirth, of the joy of living, of being.
There was a flash of color, and her mate landed next to her, his warble adding a counterpoint to the beauty of her melody, blending to create a story of love and support that floated gently through the garden, like sunlight through leaves.
The man felt a soft touch on his shoulder and realized that this message too resonated within him. He reached up and covered his wife’s hand with his own. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
And the songbird sang for them both.
by Lynne Marie Rosenberg
Colored pencil
Inspiration: Every year I am endlessly entertained by Screaming Baby Starling Season. If you look and listen carefully between mid-April and mid-July, you will see baby Starling fledglings following their parents wherever they go, screaming at them for food. Anthropomorphized or not, the babies' adamancy, and the adults' looks of annoyance tickle me all season long.
Music, Lyrics, and Performance by Pat Severin
by Angela Patera
Acrylics on mixed media paper
Inspiration: I let my mind wander while creating this piece. Instead of striving to paint something detailed, something flawless, I played around with shapes and colors
by Maggie Topel
Digital drawing
Inspiration: For this month, the garden theme inspired me to think about what I would like to grow if I had my own garden. I currently have no garden space, but I've always thought that I would enjoy raising and eating my own vegetables! I chose some crops that remind me of fresh local farm stands on the side of the road—corn, strawberries, blueberries, tomatoes... Plus some wild onions that you can forage!
by Holly Genovese
Mixed media, collage, photography, acrylic paint, paint pens, watercolors
Inspiration: This collage juxtaposes Philadelphia's Divine Lorraine Hotel, with Divine, the star of John Waters Baltimore set camp classic Pink Flamingos. The Divine Lorraine is a storied building in North Philadelphia that for years sat abandoned before its "restoration" as high end apartment buildings and shopping. These apartments had high vacancy rates and by 2025 only the shopping leases remained, though the new owners plan to redevelop it into more new apartments. In the years between The Divine Lorraine's heyday and its redevelopment, it became a home for the unhoused, drug users, kids, grafitti artists and so called "urban explorers." Divine was a Baltimore based drag queen, known for his work with John Waters. In their first films, they used camp and gross out humor to highlight the absurdity of working class culture and homophobia. Pink Flamingos was initially panned and deemed pornographic by many, though it is now considered a cult and queer classic. The words throughout this collage are taken from contemporaneous reviews of Pink Flamingos as well as reporting on the Divine Lorraine in the decades when it was abandoned. This work seeks to address gentrification, classism, the racism inherit in both, and the art that was created and deemed as "just graffiti' or "porn" by residents of Baltimore and Philadelphia, two Mid-Atlantic cities that have more in common than a shared architecture. There is a culture of Mid-Atlantic cities and this is it.
by Judith R. Robinson
Acrylic paint on canvas
Inspiration: Beauty of creatures—I might add that we humans love the earth and its creatures: as Gerard Manley Hopkins so unforgettably noted, we humans celebrate and value the variety of God's handiwork.
by Melissa Lomax
Pencil drawing & digital color
Inspiration: I am often growing a variety of projects, in various mediums, within our art studio! For this experimental piece I hand drew the elements, scanned them into Photoshop and then digitally colored the illustration. For a little bit of texture and color-pop, I placed a piece of black construction paper as the bottom layer. In the coming year, I would love to visit a garden with an atmosphere like this!
by Elaine Joy Edaya Degale
I proposed to a stranger today. Not because I loved him, but because the bounties of capitalism have allowed me to do so. The past of women being meek and trampled upon, solicited for marriage, exchanged for debt as my grandmother was, those days are long gone. And to remind myself of progress, I stake a claim on my right to solicit a man for marriage. On my right to be a little less meek. On my right to trample upon the pride of men. Not because there was any ever fuss about any real thing whatsoever, but just for the simple objective truth that I am bored and the reversal of roles is both comical and satisfying.
I am a black woman who takes great joy in the art of controversy. I must preface these rhetorical explorations with the admission that these musings are a simple exercise in misbehavior because the times have allowed me to do so. The face of men being confused by our role reversals amuses me. We must create space in our lives for the beauty of the absurd. And in this absurdity we must form connections between the riddles that drive the purpose of existence, and the humor of tragedy in its less vicious forms. Let’s relish the captivating subject of love’s pursuit. Let’s encounter the myriad of threads that crochet our unspoken thoughts into a tapestry of silence. Let’s excavate the candid inclinations that fester in the fissures of our broken souls, safely tucked under the blanket of niceties as demanded by the church of the labor market. Let’s ridicule and worship the American god, capitalism, and name the freedom that its toxicity has extended to a black woman like me, who, only a few centuries ago, was its primary product, mutilated and branded in the name of profit.
Only four generations ago, women who looked like me needed a global civil rights movement to move the law in the direction of progress, which severed one of the seven remaining heads of the Hydra Monster called White Supremacy; the first one being the “peculiar institution of slavery” and the second being the Jim Crow laws as The Reconstruction Era struggled to flourish. In my opinion, seven more remained after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was signed into law. I will list this here in no particular order: (i) the New Jim Crow that has institutionalized the mass incarceration of black people, (ii) the Racial Wealth Gap in the richest nation on the planet that has refused to address the issue of reparations in order to mitigate the gap in wealth and resources between whites and blacks; (iii) the brutal police killings of black people (the Hydra head that’s been injured when George Floyd died, but not severed); (iv) the societal expectation of black women as servile caretakers (a modern reiteration of sensibilities in slave-holding era); (v) the plight of the black intellectual in the public consciousness, where the black intellectual is denied space in the higher echelons of the academic enterprise as if knowledge was in itself a property of whiteness; (vi) the general pathologization of blackness in American culture despite black culture being the soul of the nation; (vii) the furtive American Caste System that has placed blackness in the bottom rung with limited opportunities for progress (unless you have an “interesting” global background).
By no intention of my own making, my skin, in all its deep caramel glory, has been a subject of envy since the beginning of human history. It has also been a subject of envy in my own dating history. It has been the subject of fascination and assumption of my meekness, which is objectively hilarious to anyone who knows me extensively. As progress wove its hands through time, I’ve approached the indictment of my blackness with a curious spirit that understands the tools of oppression and illusion. With great luck I’ve had the opportunity to harness my lived reality into a curated script that spits in the face of inequality’s ideologies, while taking great care in documenting the reactions of perpetrators who wear the veneer of progress on their sleeves, singing the songs of progress while the color of hate runs through their dark, green, jealous veins.
By no fault of my own, I’ve been willed into existence by all that is divine to become an observer of our social reality, like a sleuth of a cultural reality that I both detest and adulate. My observations, which range from the intellectual to the brutish, are approached with a near-clinical assessment, with some attempt at revealing the true dynamics and source of power: the art of naming a controversy.
The art of controversy calls to me like an unknown pleasure I’ve yet to fulfill, and once I achieve it, my heart yearns for another longing—the freedom to write, the freedom to dream. By vocation I am a young, black woman who is unremarkable. At the tender age of thirty-six, I have four academic degrees: an associate’s from a community college, a bachelor’s from a selective private institution, and two degrees from an Ivy League institution. I’ve taught as a professor at community colleges. I write a weekly column in the Philippine Daily Mirror. I’m a single mother to the most talented eight-year-old on the planet. I’m a few weeks away from opening the first black-owned cafe bookstore in Mindanao—the same region where Manny Pacquiao is from. I regard my accomplishments quite dispassionately in the privacy of my own thoughts, but I utterly enjoy wielding them as a bat against the White Supremacist Hydra that lurks within the souls of conservative, white men and women who see me mostly as an attractive masterpiece in need of taming.
“I’m a professor, not your future caretaker,” I would say.
I am entitled and cruel.I am kind and passionate.I am the beauty of fireworks.Explosive, loud, bright, powerful, beautiful, and mutilating all at the same time.Because I have to be.
Because I can.
by Lisa Dailey
Acrylic paint on canvas
Inspiration: This work is a trial of unconventional tools. The orange blossoms were made with a plastic bag, the roses with a celery stalk and the dark blue with Q-tips. The leave were print of leaves and also made with a toothbrush. Finally, some of the background was made with a sponge.
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Doug Jacquier writes from the Fleurieu Peninsula in South Australia. His works of fiction, nonfiction and poetry have been published in the US, UK, Australia, New Zealand, Canada and India. He blogs at sixcrookedhighways.com
Sarah Jane Timmons pulls on heartstrings using watercolor and ink. As a Philadelphia-based artist and graphic designer, she draws from her city and the trails and parks that surround it. Her artistic style is light, airy, and filled with storytelling. Sarah uses soft washes of watercolor combined with delicate ink line work to depict woodland creatures and both urban and natural landscapes with a sense of whimsy. Through her work, Sarah invites others to rediscover the beauty and magic in the world around them. Explore more of her art at www.sarahjanetimmons.com.
Jo Gatenby writes whatever the voices shouting in her head tell her to. She has published flash and micro-fiction, and several children’s books. Her first fantasy novel is due to be released in October. Thanks to her grandmother, she is Algonquin, of the Pikwakanagan First Nation, in Canada. Check out her website and receive a free story when you join her reader’s club at www.jo-gatenby-books.com.
Lynne Marie Rosenberg is a visual artist, writer, educator, and TV presenter based in Brooklyn, NY. She is the creator and host of the 3-time Emmy-nominated PBS television series, Famous Cast Words, and the creator and host of the children's YouTube series, Kid Prompts. She teaches at NYU Tisch in the Playwrights Horizons Theater School studio, is a research fellow at Maynooth University in Ireland, a member of the Fulbright Specialist Roster, and is a long-time volunteer at The 52nd Street Project, a nonprofit organization serving youth in Hell’s Kitchen.
Katie Moino (she/her) is a poet from Vermont, but she will be moving to North Carolina soon to pursue her MFA at the University of North Carolina-Wilmington starting this fall. She received an Honorable Mention in Poetry for the 2024 Northwind Writing Award, and her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Empty House Press, Isele Magazine, Shoegaze Literary, Vagabond City Lit, and elsewhere. When she's not reading or writing, she enjoys practicing yoga and being outside. You can connect with her on Instagram @katiemoino.
A retired school teacher, Pat has been writing and sharing her poetry for many years and is grateful to be published in Wild Greens. Many of her poems have been published in the Agape Review, The Clay Jar Review, The Way Back 2 Ourselves, Heart of Flesh Journal, Pure in Heart Stories, Vessels of Light, Words of the Lamb and many Southern Arizona Anthologies. She has also been a contributor to these three books, Chicken Soup for the Soul, I Chose You, and Love Wags a Tail.
Angela Patera is a published writer, artist, and poet. Her short stories and poems have appeared in publications such as Livina Press, Myth & Lore Zine, Rill and Grove Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. Her art has appeared in numerous publications, as well as on the cover of Small Wonders Magazine, Indie Bites Magazine, The Ophelia Gazette, and a few more. When Angela isn't creating, she likes to spend time outside in nature.
Ion Corcos was born in Sydney, Australia in 1969. He has been published in Cordite, Meanjin, Westerly, Plumwood Mountain, Southword, Wild Court, riddlebird, and other journals. Ion is a nature lover and a supporter of animal rights. He is the author of A Spoon of Honey (Flutter Press, 2018).
Maggie Topel (she/her) is an artist and writer living in Philadelphia. She designs our seasonal Wild Greens logos and social media avatar.
Holly Genovese is a fat, queer, crip, mentally ill prison abolitionist and Ph.D. Candidate in American Studies at The University of Texas at Austin. They are an informally trained artist, focusing on mixed media, collage, and acrylics, as well as photography. Their visual art has been featured in Wild Greens Magazine, Just Femme and Dandy, and Contingent Magazine. Their work has been shown at the Da Vinci Art Alliance in Philadelphia, and they also served as Art Director for the 2021 issue of Publab, of the LA Review of Books. Their journalism and criticism have been published in Teen Vogue, Jacobin, The Los Angeles Review of Books, The Rumpus, Electric Literature, Literary Hub, and many other publications. Find their work at holly-genovese.com and hollz.substack.com.
Sara Letourneau (she/her) is the author of Wild Gardens (Kelsay Books, 2024); a book editor and writing coach at Heart of the Story Editorial & Coaching Services; the cofounder and cohost of the Pour Me a Poem open mic in Mansfield, Massachusetts; and the co-editor of the Pour Me a Poem anthology. Her poetry has won the 2023 Beals Prize for Poetry and the Blue Institute’s 2020 Words on Water Contest. Her latest work can be found in The Arts Fuse, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Gyroscope Review, Nixes Mate Review, Silver Birch Press, and Third Wednesday Magazine. Sara lives in Foxboro, Massachusetts. You can visit her online at heartofthestoryeditorial.com, on Facebook, on Instagram @sara_heartofthestory, and on LinkedIn.
Judith R. Robinson* is an editor, teacher, fiction writer, poet, and visual artist. A summa cum laude graduate of the University of Pittsburgh, she is listed in the Directory of American Poets and Writers. She has published 100+ poems, five poetry collections, one fiction collection; one novel; edited or co-edited eleven poetry collections. She is a teacher at Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Carnegie Mellon University and the University of Pittsburgh. Her newest poetry collection is Buy A Ticket, WordTech Editions, April 1, 2022. Her newest edited collection is “Speak, Speak,” poetry of Gene Hirsch, Cyberwit.com 2020. Her work, The Numbers Keep Changing: Poems and Paintings, was featured at The Holocaust Center of Pittsburgh from April to June 2019. Her most recent art gallery exhibit, New Works, was featured at Square Café in September 2021, and her current art gallery exhibit is The Art of Friendship: Judy Robinson & Kara Snyder at the American Jewish Museum, Jewish Community Center (JCC) of Greater Pittsburgh, from September-November, 2024. She was awarded First Prize in The Reuben Rose International Poetry Competition for Voices Israel in 2024.
You can reach her via her website at www.judithrrobinson.com or email at alongtheserivers@gmail.com.
Rebecca Agauas is a woman who lives in Michigan. She is a person living with chronic illnesses and is an advocate for the chronic illness community. Rebecca has a love and passion for writing considers writing a form of self expression and self reflection. She has self published 2 books and has been published and received recognition from various literary magazines. You can find Rebecca on Instagram @rebeccaagauas.
Melissa Lomax (she/her) is a freelance illustrator, writer, and cartoonist, with 20 years of experience in the creative industry. Some of her clients include American Greetings, Sellers Publishing, Great Arrow Graphics, Lenox Corporation, and Highlights for Children. Her comic 'Doodle Town' posts on GoComics.com, the largest catalog of syndicated cartoons and comics. When she is not in the art studio, she enjoys spending time in nature, drinking really good coffee, and 'everyday adventures' with her husband. Pop by her Instagram @melissalomaxart for weekly inspiration!
Elaine Joy Edaya Degale is an Afro-Pinay storyteller who teleports between New York City and the sun-drenched shores of her native Philippines. She eats her way across continents, each dish unlocking a new short story, while quietly finishing the final pages of her novel, Sunflower. In another life—or perhaps this one—she imagines herself as an undercover journalist of arts, culture, and quiet revolutions. What's equally mysterious to her is that you can find her weaving spells of memory and mischief in her weekly column for the Philippine Daily Mirror, where she writes as The Dreamweaver.
Lisa Dailey’s art is a celebration of color, texture, and the beauty of nature. As a mixed media artist, she brings unexpected elements together to create work that is both vibrant and expressive, drawing inspiration from intricate patterns and designs in nature. Lisa incorporates embroidery into many pieces, adding texture and detail. She loves experimenting, whether by adding beadwork or upcycling household materials for collage. When she’s not in her studio, she can often be found cooking (and writing a soup blog), capturing life’s little moments through photography, exploring off-the-beaten-path destinations around the globe, or picking up shiny things. lisa-dailey.com.
Tim Brey (he/him) is a jazz pianist living in Philadelphia. He holds positions as Artist-in-Residence and Adjunct Faculty at Temple University and The University of the Arts, where he teaches jazz piano, music theory, and improvisation. Check out more of his music and his performance schedule at https://www.timbreymusic.com.
Jessica Doble (she/her) holds a PhD in English from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. She's published two critical works: “Hope in the Apocalypse: Narrative Perspective as Negotiation of Structural Crises in Salvage the Bones” in Xavier Review, and “Two-Sides of the Same Witchy Coin: Re-examining Belief in Witches through Jeannette Winterson’s The Daylight Gate” in All About Monsters. Her poetry has appeared in PubLab and Wild Greens magazine.
Myra Chappius (she/her) is the author of six works of fiction and poetry. While her passion lies with shorter creations, it is her aspiration to complete a full-length novel and screenplay someday. She enjoys reading, tennis, cinema, live music, and seeing the world. When not doing mom things, she is working full-time, learning yet another language, and planning her next adventure.
Her work can be purchased on Amazon.
Jacqueline (she/her) edits fiction and nonfiction as the senior editor for Wild Greens magazine. She earned her BA in English and creative writing at the University of California, Riverside, and completed training as a 2021 publishing fellow with the Los Angeles Review of Books. She previously served as a co-editor for PubLab, editor for UCR's Mosaic Art and Literary Journal, and as an intern with Soho Press. In her free time, she loves to read all kinds of stories, including YA, literary fiction, sci-fi, and fantasy.
Hayley (she/her) creates the cover image for every issue of Wild Greens and serves as the Arts Editor. Hayley is a social justice seeker, world traveler, rock climber, dog snuggler, frisbee player, event planner, and storyteller. She loves to paint with watercolors, embroider, and write. She grew up reading sci-fi and fantasy, and, to this day, she still turns to those genres to help her make sense of the world. She calls Philadelphia home where she lives with her husband Evan and dog Birdie, and she wouldn't have it any other way. You can find Hayley on Instagram @hayley3390.
Rebecca Lipperini (she/her) is a writer, teacher, and academic living in Philadelphia, and the founding editor of Wild Greens magazine. She holds a PhD in English from Rutgers University, where she taught all kinds of classes on literature and poetry and writing, and wrote all kinds of papers on the same. Her essay on the soothing aesthetics of the supermarket was recently published in PubLab. She teaches in the Critical Writing Program at the University of Pennsylvania.
You can find Rebecca on Instagram @rebeccalipperini (personal) @wildgreensmag (you already know it).