I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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John Holman is the author of three fiction books, and his work has appeared in The New Yorker, Mississippi Review, and Oxford American. He teaches writing at Georgia State University. You can follow him on Instagram: @jholman51.
I was working in the yard, raking out the sunny patch where I plant tomatoes and cucumbers, and feeling the pot gummy I’d eaten a half hour ago start to come on, announced by an uneasy self-consciousness and a brightening little buzz.