- Avoid gurus. Follow plants.
The call is coming from beneath the forest floor.
- Mystery is the first medicine.
Let yourself be confounded. Let the unnameable rewire your nervous system.
- Poetry is the people’s pharmacy.
The right story, told at the right time, can reseed the soul.
- We remember what was lost by using what’s obsolete.
Dialing a hotline is time travel. It’s a spell in mono. It’s a ritual in real time.
- This is a cross-state transmission.
You don’t need a guru when you have a ham radio and a good antenna.
- To receive is a radical act.
We do not scroll here. We sink. We let the moss have its way with us.
- Your thoughts have roots. Let them decompose.
Field notes aren’t for publication. They’re for the compost pile. Let what you write become soil.
- You are a natural disaster, not a branded asset.
Be incoherent. Be unsearchable. Be unreadable by the machine.
- Place is the original practitioner.
Wellness lives in the wind that knows your name and the dirt that remembers your body.
- This project is a spore.
Pass it along. Let it take root in unlikely places. Under a car windshield. Inside a group chat. Wheatpasted to a telephone pole. Spoken aloud in the bath. Offered back to the land that made you.
☏ Episode 1 — March 20, 2025
The Best Time For A Poet Is When Spring Is New
☏ Episode 2 — April 3, 2025
This Wild Joy At Wandering Boundless And Free
(833) Eco-Poem
A low-fi ritual broadcast from another dimension of care.