Wild Greens

Volume 2, Issue i

Community

Wild Greens 2, no. 1 (November 2021)

Community

Welcome to the November 2021 issue of Wild Greens

I founded Wild Greens in November 2020, or rather, the first issue came out in November 2020. The idea had been germinating for a few months. It was summer 2020, and the coronavirus pandemic had shuttered our lives. For some of us it meant the loss of employment, the burden of caretaking responsibilities, the death of loved ones. For the rest of us, if we were lucky, it meant endless anxious waiting and idle hands trapped in apartments. The idea behind the earliest iteration of Wild Greens was to have a place to share our creative side projects, hobbies, outlets. I had seen how in the avalanche of time and stress, little seeds of creativity grew. Hayley had been stitching and painting and writing. I started writing and planning. 

I called Hayley to ask for help with setting up a website—because Hayley is multitalented She showed me how to do all of the behind the scenes website stuff, and we got to talking. I asked her if I could feature her embroidery on the site. I asked her if she would come on as the Arts Editor. She agreed to both.

Our first issue was so tiny, such a small hint of what we would become. I didn’t anticipate then the community that would grow around us. Working with authors and artists from around the world? Making internet friends? I am gratified and astounded every time we publish that you all entrust us to share your work in this space, and that our subscribers sit and read Wild Greens cover to cover (metaphorically speaking) each month. I think we have something a little different here, a little bit special. A little bit of magic. There’s so much heart from our contributors, from our readers, and from our editorial team.

In this issue, we celebrate community, featuring many things that have been co-written and co-made. In addition, scattered throughout the issue we have anniversary extras! We have an infographic by Maggie Topel with cute timelines and awards for contributors. There’s a quiz for all of you Wild Greens readers and lovers. And I did an interview with comic artist Lauren Kimball, the mind behind Turtle and Hare.

Kiley Miller-Dickerson and Katie Huey co-wrote an essay together about finding community in a book club. Mike D’Andrea’s poem, “How I Found Peace,” speaks to the feeling of relief that comes from finding your family (or family finding you). Romy Wenzel’s short story, “The kettle’s uncontrollable rage,” animates household objects to tell a story about a kettle’s journey  to find a loving home in an unlikely place.

In Lauren Kimball’s Turtle and Hare, Turtle runs for office and faces a scandal.

We have a poem from Christian Ward about communities of plants growing wild on railway tracks, and a second poem about fauna pressed onto the pages of a notebook. In between them, Robin Brownfield is back with a community mosaic, which she designed for Thomas Sharp Elementary School in Collingswood, NJ. You can scroll through the process photos of the local community coming together to create the mosaic.

Lynne Marie Rosenberg has a spoken poem performance of the Buddhist concept of compassion meditation. Though it may not always feel this way, we are all “an interconnected part of something huge and wonderful.”

Finally, we feature a totally obsessive and delightful essay on Gilmore Girls by Kathryn Pauline, who engages with the media she loves the same way we do at Wild Greens: obsessively, earnestly, and creative all the way down.

-Rebecca

Not (Just) Here for the Snacks

by Kiley Miller-Dickerson and Katie Huey


“That's the power of literature, you know, it can act like little love letters between two people who can only explain their feelings by pointing at other people's.” –Frederik Backman, Anxious People


As an introvert, making friends is hard. Keeping them in your late 20s as life continues to expand felt an even greater challenge. Sure, one is supposed to meet people in bars, wearing heels, sweeping moody bangs behind ears bedazzled with hoops and sparkles. That’s what Sex and the City reruns and Carrie Bradshaw taught us, right? 


But for me, I longed to crawl home and gather with a few choice people to discuss words. Books have been solace for me for a long time. Stories of other lands, other romances, other lives we could choose to live when the reality feels much less glamorous. 


I had tried to start a book club for over three years. I’d invite women I worked with at a small non-profit, friends from high school, and the few colleagues I’d met at networking events. Often, my invitations were rebuffed with comments like, “Oh, I don’t want to read for fun, but I’ll come for the snacks.”


This wasn’t my vision. I craved connection, story, themes and tropes, wanted to dig into what it means to be a woman coming of age today. I wanted a community of smart women who could encourage and support me, and normalize the many complex emotions I was going through in figuring out who I want to be in this world. And yes, I wanted snacks, but the snacks were tertiary.


In the fall of 2017, a group of three gathered in my basement den. We started with my mom, my best friend from middle school and myself. Eventually, my friend invited her mom. My old babysitter moved back to town and over coffee, I invited her to join us. She, too, invited her mom. We had the makings of an intergenerational community, forged over the love of words, and we created a place to use the stories of others to explore our own stories. We had deep conversations and some wine, and I began to rediscover what it means to become myself as an adult with women who have known me for most of my own life. 


Remember the old Girl Scouts song? “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, and the other’s gold.” 


I was rediscovering the gold, but struggling to find the silver. Our small group isn’t exclusive and I extended an invitation to Kiley in December of 2018. 


***

“I have a book club. You should join us.”

It was a casual remark, but it was an invitation I’d been craving since moving across the country. Three years into a cross-country move, my boyfriend and I had weathered my graduate school stint and made some friends through work, sports, and friends of friends, but there are limitations to the conversations you can have with other teachers in the hall and on the sidelines of a soccer field. What about the meaningful late night talks over dinner parties and wine that adults were supposed to have? Weren’t girlfriends supposed to drop-in regularly, or meet-up for a standing happy hour every week? Not yet, for me at least.


Still, these chance encounters and friends of friends connections had led us to a quasi-Christmas party, getting ready to go out for karaoke when the women of the gathering found ourselves on the patio, snacking and chatting.


Some hemmed and hawed at the invitation, explaining they weren’t big readers, or didn’t like deadlines and required reading. But book clubs were my jam, and I was eager to carve out space for me and my friends — I loved our friends too, but my boyfriend and I had reached the stage in our relationship where we were always a “we.” Could I still define myself outside of our relationship? It was an identity crisis, so the all-women’s book club that Katie proposed seemed like a great chance to get back into my reading habits and branch out on my own, to have space to connect with other people over an extended period of time.


I wanted the kind of friends who would want to sit for hours and talk about books, yes, but who would feel something for fictional characters, to dive into another life and listen deeply, while enjoying each other’s company.


***

Anxious People by Frederick Backman was our September 2021 book club pick, and one I was most excited for, which is saying something considering the years of chats and dozens of selections. Talk about an intricate plot line: multiple points of view, red herrings galore, forcing a reader to confront any and every assumption, and more, this one literally left me sobbing, and then laughing through my tears.  In the novel, Backman talks about the connections his characters make, about found communities and what happens when we share our vulnerabilities and rely on each other for support. I owe my book club invitation to this same kindness and am thankful for the found community I’ve stumbled upon and been welcomed into with open arms.


I was so deeply excited to talk about it with my book club. I mean, I always look forward to gathering on cozy couches and flowering patios to share homemade goodies – this book club has the. best. bakers! — but it was the company I most looked forward to.


Three years later, book club offers several consistent monthly highlights: I scour local bookshops and the library for our selection, savor each page (or minute, when it’s an audiobook), plan (and usually fail) to prepare an elaborate snack, swing through the grocery with haste on the first Saturday morning of the month, snatch some cheeses and cheese-vehicles, and settle in with a group of women I didn’t know I’d come to love, respect, and trust so deeply.


Over the years, our conversations have taken thoughtful and meandering turns through joy and grief. After our two-hour meet-ups, my face regularly hurts from smiling.  I’ve started to think more carefully about my makeup selection since I’ve been brought to tears on more than a few occasions.


Simply put, we’re a group of women, of moms and daughters (plus me, an out-of-state transplant), who meet on the first Saturday morning of the month to talk about a book. But, it’s so much more than that, when you think about what we share. 

Joy and sorrow are building blocks of the human experience. Each month, we gather and explore the characters we get to know and love, or maybe despise, challenging their perspectives and wondering what would compel an author to do that to a person.


We’ve marked milestones of every variety together: engagements and marriages and publications  and first houses and several Mason jars worth of sourdough starters; we shared the loneliness of months of Zoom meetings, jobs and relationships lost and recovering, old wounds and losses that never really heal, and the strain of different relationships that we see in each other. We see each of these in the characters we read and the plotlines we anticipated, not because of any foreshadowing, but because we see our experiences reflected back to us.


More often than not, book club leads us to lay our own souls bare in our grief and hope, experiences that equally obscure what’s around the corner and paralyze a person with self-doubt. But when you have a community who gives you space to process, one who listens and smiles encouragingly, it lifts you. It keeps you coming back, hoping you can offer a similar reprieve or perspective.


It’s a chance to pick up another story and share in that experience, at least for a few hours on that first Saturday of the month.


How I Found Peace

by Mike D'Andrea


It’s like choking, suffocating,

drowning from the weight of your

anxieties, your

secrets, your

terrors.


Like desperately treading water,

you throw out lie after lie to stay afloat,

to stay alive,

to keep them satisfied.


But then, like magic,

- like a miracle -

an arm stretched out,

a smile that says,

Relax, I see you,

You’re safe with me.


And then, 

after a moment,

a pregnant pause,

you breathe deep,

and then sigh with relief,

and then, 

finally, 

weep.


You are finally seen.


You can stop trying.

You can stop crying.

Home has found you.


The kettle's uncontrollable rage

by Romy Wenzel


She’d been red and black as long as she could remember, but lately, she’d lost her sheen. Things change as you get older, she told herself. That’s how it is. Nevertheless, it was unsettling to lose her facade. When she got emotional, she flushed all the colors of the rainbow. 


Her voice had always been lower than other kettles. But as she grew older, it reached a higher pitch than she could control. Fuck you, she screamed at her highest key. Fuck you, and you, and you.


Despite her uncontrollable rage, the kettle always boiled water at the perfect temperature. If anything, the rage helped bring her to temperature faster. Sometimes she boiled an egg or two, and in spring the children used eggs wrapped in onion skins and lowered the flame under her backside. She loved the challenge of dancing the eggs without breaking the shells, and her rage vanished in the dance. Her cheeks blushed emerald and sapphire, hearing the squeals of the children as they unbundled the parcels to see the patterns and colors beneath. Oh, she had no ears, the kettle, but only humans need ears to hear; the rest of the world has a different way of listening. 


The family matriarch received the kettle as a wedding present a hundred years ago. The kettle was loyal to all three generations, but she missed the dead lady. That lady kept her clean inside and outside, on her own shelf by the hearth. She rubbed the kettle’s shoulders when they were dull, used a soft brush of twigs and besom to scrub her. The kettle felt good all over when she did that. 


Now the family let the grime gather in her mouth and under her foot. They never scrubbed out her spout and only cleaned her belly when the scale was so thick the kettle could barely taste the water they filled her with and scrubbed her with rough wire brushes that scoured her insides and left long scratches on her skin. They kept her in a dark cupboard when she wasn’t on the hob. The kettle did not like it. The old lady would not approve, she thought fiercely, the rage gathering in her belly. The old lady would be angry, too.


After she’d been poured out and left on the hob to cool, the family would gather round to tell stories of the forest outside. In the heart of the heart of the forest, there is a cave, the uncle began. His voice was as scratchy as the wire brush, but it did not anger the kettle. Instead, she fell in with the story, forgot her scratches. In the cave, there lives a Beast. Some say she was a woman once, a woman who chose the forest over the village. Whatever she was once, she is a beast now, a spined, hairy thing, huge and monstrous. She has teeth long as your faces and tears the soft parts from men to eat them.


The kettle shivered in pleasure, and the children squealed and pinched each other. The kettle felt cozy and as if she belonged—like she was part of the family. But then they would put the children to bed, and put the kettle in the dark cupboard, and the feelings would stir again, resentful and brooding. An acid blue-green patina crept over her belly each night like a bad dream.


“Time for a new kettle,” said the woman one day. “Granny’s one is falling to pieces.”

They left the kettle in the blues and the greens of the forest, deep in bracken and pine. 


*

At first, she was angrier than ever. The rage glowed her red-hot as she simmered on the soil. But she had no water to boil, and soon her body creaked like her copper heart was breaking. It is over, she thought. I am turning to soil


At night, there were noises. Dark rumbling growls and twig cracklings like something large was moving nearby. The Beast picked her up with long, thin fingers, turned her in the dappled moonlight from the canopy. The Beast hooked the kettle onto a belt on her hip and ran to her cave in the forest heart.


The Beast left her in the cave and went outside. No doubt to hunt, the kettle thought. It was dark in the cave, dark as the night cupboard. Oh well, the kettle consoled herself. Wasn’t I destined for soil, anyway? But at least out in the forest there had been light and life. In here she would bear witness to horrors she could not fathom yet. Who knew what the Beast would do? Would she come back to devour dead men? Or worse, living ones? Would the kettle have to listen to their screams? Was that to be her new life? 


The kettle heard the Beast long before she returned. The forest responded as she approached, the ground rumbled, the trees shook. But there was no crunching of bones, only of roots and leaves. Once the Beast had finished her dinner she tended the fire and little flames leaped up and made shadows dance on the walls.


Fire woke up old memories in the kettle—memories of the little woman who had cared for her, memories of being useful and loved. When the Beast filled her with a trickling stream outside and hooked her over the fire, it reminded the kettle of the old ways and old times. After the Beast had boiled and poured her tea of weeds and flowers, she scrubbed the kettle all over with a soft brush of twigs and besom. The kettle felt good all over. If the kettle had possessed a mouth, she would have smiled.


Anniversary extra! 

"Slow and Steady": An Interview with Lauren Kimball

by Rebecca Lipperini


In September 2021, I sat down with Lauren Kimball, the comic artist behind Turtle and Hare, to talk about her process.

 

Rebecca: Why Turtle and Hare? Why these characters?

 

Lauren: I came up with them to make myself feel better. I had always described myself as a turtle to my friends and family. Some people are fast and some people are slow, and I always identified as the slow. And I would kind of make myself feel better by saying, it’s slow and steady. I would think of Aesop’s fable: slow and steady wins the race. The steady part? There’s virtue there. Because I do get things done.

 

R: You have your PhD!

 

L: That’s right! I get things done. I am committed to finishing things. But the question is, how long will it take. That's always the thing that terrifies me.

 

R: When did you start creating Turtle and Hare?

 

I had made maybe three for myself, before Wild Greens. They initially weren't funny; they were more like edgy. I was in Fishtown (Philadelphia) in this gigantic coffee shop, La Colombe. I barely found a seat; it was a Sunday and it was packed. I'd hit a wall writing the dissertation. One of many walls, to be honest. I was so burnt out, and it was demoralizing to think okay how to get past this again. I was trying to figure out my last chapter. Calling it the last chapter makes it seem like, Oh, that should have been easy, you're almost done. But it was so hard, so hard. I kept trying and kept hitting a wall. And I thought, all right, for today I'm going to stop trying. I'm not going to try and do this. I took a break and I said, I'm going to do something else. I think I need to do something for me.

 

So I decided to draw a turtle having coffee with a turtle. I think I was just thinking about you and me, although I don't think of you as a turtle. Maybe I was thinking about how you and I try so hard to cheer each other up and yet, sometimes I think I just end up bumming both of us out.


And so, I did a comic. There are two turtles sitting across from each other. You just see the back of Turtle’s companion and then the face of Turtle and the thought bubble says, “Guess I’ll add that to the list of things I hate about myself.”

 

It was a total bummer conversation.


R: When did you make the next one?

 

L: The next one I think was “The Resume.”

 

R: That one made it into our issue!

 

L: Yes, although I did redraw it for you guys. That was the feeling of being part of job prep conversations, and feeling so inadequate. Even though the truth of the matter is that we're all hares. We're all super capable. And it's not that turtle isn’t capable either, it’s just that he’s undervalued.

 

In the initial draft, the speech bubble was different. Turtle is sitting and looking at Hare’s resume with a dark cloud over his head and he says something like, “Freakin overachiever.” For Wild Greens I wanted it to be family friendly, something for all ages, so I rewrote the caption.

R: And the third one?

 

L: The third one definitely had some swear words in it. It was about Hare sharing good news with Turtle, and Turtle’s like, “I'm so happy for you.” But it’s clear that he isn’t. [The caption in the comic is: “Keep yr progress to yrself, bitch.”]

 

R: I see the thread connecting all three of those.

 

L: It’s about grad school! It’s about surviving a highly competitive environment. All of those are on the theme of the race. The race to something. And how do you compete, and how do you survive a competition that's crushingly hard and emotionally hard, and your self-hatred and your hatred of your competitors? Dark. Heavy. Totally different. And not sustainable. You don't want to live in that. You don't want to live there. I didn't do any of those with Frank, either. This is so much more fun.

R: When did Frank get involved?

 

L: Frank, my husband, got involved in comic three for Wild Greens, the one with the face masks and running the race. A direct nod to Aesop's fable. The theme was “Audacity.” We asked ourselves, what comes to mind first when you think of audacity? What if we did something topical like the audacity of confronting someone who's wearing their mask wrong?

 

R: Or the audacity of *wearing* your mask wrong.

 

L: Yeah, it goes both ways. That comic really did go two or three ways with it.

 R: So much of the humor comes from where things are placed, like where the lines come. How do you figure that out?

 

L: First I draw a sketch. The sketch tries to get things legible and placed right: where the thought bubble will go and who needs to be in the foreground and what needs to be in the background, as well as how simply can I draw it.

 

I have to be willing to scrap it and start over. I do a lot of Undo [laughs].

 

R: How do you make their faces so funny? They have the best facial expressions!

 

L: Oh, that took a lot of practice. I've gotten better at it. Readers probably have noticed that the way I've drawn both characters has evolved. I started by looking at pictures of turtles and pictures of rabbits. The initial drawings were extremely realistic, and I realized this is never going to work. This isn't funny. I had turtles that looked like sea turtles, more than land turtles. I didn't really want to go the sea turtle route because how is the sea turtle going to talk to a hare? He'd have to be in a scuba suit or something.

 

R: Hare in a scuba suit with a sea turtle? There’s something there.

 

L: We can work on that [laughs].

L: So then I literally — This is the level to which I cheated. I googled comic drawings of turtles and saw the things people did to simplify turtles’ features.

 

R: That’s not cheating! That’s research.

 

L: I noticed that for a turtle to read as a turtle, there has to be something with the nose where it looks almost like a beak. Beyond that they're kind of amorphous. They don't have much of a neck. You can do a big eye or a beady eye, which I prefer. And then you just need the shell. If you don't draw it up high to the neck, it can look like a different animal—like a lady bug or something.

L: So you have to get the shell right and then you have to get to the beak right, and then beyond that, you really can't go wrong. It’s much, much harder to draw Hare. I also didn't want to draw Bugs Bunny.

Hare has evolved most of all in my drawings. I decided to establish one key feature that makes Hare, Hare, which is that the ears are back and together. Whenever you see a rabbit in the comic that has the ears relaxed and back, that is Hare. I tried to make that consistent.

 

So Hare has ears that are back and together, big feet, and his eyes are expressive, because I think hares are more human-looking than turtles, and Hare’s energy requires a more expressive eye. Turtle on the other hand is kind of like Eeyore. I could almost copy and paste him in there, because there’s much lower energy. There isn’t as much range.

R: So the key features of making the drawing funny are…

 

L: It’s simplifying the drawing, exaggerating the feature, and deciding the way the font is written. The way the font is written can communicate a lot.

 

R: Now I'm trying to picture what the font looks like. So you handwrite the script? You don’t use a font?

 

L: Right, I typically don't use a computer font. The T-shirt that says, “Im not slow Im retro”—that's a font. But the speech bubbles are hand drawn. I've experimented a ton with that. At first I thought I’d always make Hare’s speech in all caps and Turtle’s in lower case. But then I realized that I wasn't really happy with that. So, I vary. Though I think Turtle’s speech has always been in lowercase.

 

When I did the kids, I tried to make their speech look less like an adult wrote it. I don’t think I’ve been 100% successful, but the way that you write the text communicates something. It communicates a tone of voice, and then it also communicates childishness, or seriousness, or authority, or powerlessness. Humor.

R: This gets me to my next question: the punchlines. Where do they come from?

 

L: The process is we talk it out first, me and Frank. We wait to see what the new theme is, and Frank’s always like, “Have they announced the theme? Have they announced the theme yet?” Because he’s ready to go. And I’m like, “Yeah the theme is… ‘Nostalgia,’” and usually our reaction is, “Oh that’s hard.” [laughs]

 

Then we talk it out, usually on a walk. I know that if something Frank says makes me laugh, then it’s a good idea. And if something I say makes Frank laugh, it's a good idea. We can read each other and be pretty honest about it. If it's not quite there yet, then okay, let's think about it a little bit.

 

Sometimes I read turtle and hare facts online to get ideas. I'll just feed Frank this information. Like, “Oh so the most interesting thing I found was that turtles live really long and hares live really short lives. So, they're not just opposites in the way that Aesop trained us to think— you know, that one is fast and one is slow— but they're also opposites in terms of longevity.”

 

Someday when I'm smart enough I’ll come up with something funny on this idea that they're also opposites in their reproduction. Hares—you know, they multiply like rabbits. So, their lives are abundant but short. And it's the opposite for turtles, so I'm intrigued by that.

R: Tell me about the process for the October comic.

 

L: It was a classic Lauren and Frank breakdown. Find out the theme. Talk it out. Sketch it out. Frank suggested that I read about turtle and hare behaviors to see if there is anything ritualistic they do. And then we can play them off of each other. They each sort of make fun of each other for their characteristic behaviors.

 

I learned a lot. I found the most interesting thing about each of them and told Frank yesterday on a walk.  

 

I see him think for maybe a minute and then he goes, “Oh I have something.” I'm like, “Oh my god, amazing.” He spits out this funny scenario and punch line, and I was laughing. He's so good at this. He makes it funny. I was like, “That's great. Let's do it.” It’s first thought best thought, usually, once we get to that phase. I usually don't go back to the drawing board again. Instead, I refine that idea. So that's my task for the next week: to make it into something.

 


L: We have so many good ideas. We have some banked up that we're ready to go with. “Maybe they'll do a [blank] theme.” I've got a file on my phone that's for when the appropriate theme comes. That hasn't worked out yet. You’ve eluded us.

 

It’s been a community thing, too. I have family members sending me ideas all the time, which is amazing. My sister Natalie and her husband Stefan came up with two Turtle and Hare ideas over dinner the other day and just texted them to me. It's fun. I love how social it is. I would love to give all these people credit, so I’m glad I have a chance to do it here. Frank hasn’t wanted credit. And I keep wanting to give it to him.

 

R: I asked Frank to be here for this interview and he declined.

 

L: He was invited, he was, yes. But he was like, “No, I'd rather stay in the background. I like it this way”— which is totally how I am with like his music stuff, too. So, I get it.

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The Election

by Lauren Kimball


Digital stylus


The accusation in The Times: https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/23/science/tortoise-eats-bird-video.html

Gemma Evans via Unsplash

The Notebook

by Christian Ward


A community of fauna

lives in a tattered black notebook

wrinkled as an ancient oak:

A honeydew-green moth

curved like an arrowhead. 

Pale white butterflies 

bringing winter with them. 

Pink Amazonian dolphins 

who transform into people 

at midnight. Hummingbirds 

wearing every colour of the spectrum. 

Various badgers, bats, bears, fish, foxes... 

I feed them marginalia, scraps

and doodles. Sometimes, I see

them prying it open and my bedroom 

erupts into a rave of wonders, 

with even the moon peering in

to join in this temporary festival.


See behind the scenes of Wild Greens. Our Ko-fi page contains concept art for past issues.

Scroll through the images to see Robin and her community hard at work building something beautiful.

Thomas Sharp Elementary School Mural

by Robin Brownfield


Tile, glass, stone, porcelain, hammers, tile cutters, grout, thin-set


Methods: The hard work of many volunteers and lots of chaos!


Inspiration: Thomas Sharp Elementary School has a new principal, Douglas Newman, who wanted the poorest school in the district to be an exciting place for kids to learn. He focuses a great deal on the arts to engage students. In June, I was asked to lead a mosaic-making session in my grandchildren's 5th-grade class. That led to the school's PTA asking me to make a mosaic mural on the school's blank outer walls. I agreed to it, as long as others in the community would also take part. While I've done most of the prep work for it, it has quickly become a project in which people in Collingswood, NJ want to participate. Since summer, dozens of parents, children, seniors, neighbors, and Principal Newman have all been contributing to the mural. People passing by take photos and post them on Facebook. People across the street sit out on the porch to watch. People walk by with their flirtatious dogs and babies, they jump out of their cars, wanting to help, or donating needed supplies. It's grueling work at times, but this is a project people can spend the rest of their lives saying, "I helped make that!"

Gemma Evans via Unsplash

Passing the allotments at North Sheen

by Christian Ward


Pudding cups of white bindweed flowers 

by the railway tracks plan a distraction 

away from wild blackberries and ivy leaves

turning a shade of mulled wine. 


Whatever was planted will wait:

The climbing runner beans 

will have to pause mid-climb, 

scarecrow heads of pumpkins

will have to scare the earth a little longer. 


This is the vote of the unseen community. 

This is what their unseen hands, elaborate 

as henna, vast and complex as a tributary 

have decided. 


Perhaps I'll put this scene 

between the pages of a heavy book

to preserve it, watch it Polaroid 

my room on those difficult days

when I feel heavier than the soil

turning underneath my feet. 


This is the community I need.


Anniversary extra! 

Wild Greens Quiz

by Rebecca Lipperini


Do you love Wild Greens? Have you read every issue? Test your memory by identifying each logo with its accompanying theme!

Metta

by Lynne Marie Rosenberg


Inspiration: I suppose you could say the inspiration is from 14 years of Buddhist study plus one giant pandemic.

Anniversary Extra!

Wild Greens in Wild Numbers Infographic

by Maggie Topel


An infographic for Wild Greens!

My Gilmore Girls Character Alignment

by Kathryn Pauline


This collection of charts is all about Gilmore Girls, the early aughts dramedy from Amy Sherman-Palladino about the relationship between a thirty-something single mother (Lorelai) and her teen daughter (Rory) in a small town in Connecticut. My feelings about Gilmore Girls are as complicated as the melodramatic mother-daughter relationship depicted in the show. I’ve watched and re-watched it since it initially aired, and my feelings towards the characters change almost every time I revisit it. For instance, when I was a teenager, I thought Lorelai was the coolest. When I was in my 20s, I thought she was irritating and irresponsible. And now in my 30s, I think she’s a bit of both: she has become my favorite antihero. 


My changing feelings towards Lorelai exemplifies the core of Gilmore Girls: It’s a show about how much we are willing to accept a community of characters with variably intense personalities. Sometimes that intensity can be a good thing, but sometimes it can wreak destruction. And likewise, a lack of intensity can be good, while a lack of intensity can also be a big red flag. It all depends on how a character uses their intensity (or lack thereof) to affect the lives of the people around them.


I thought of this idea while in a very intense mood myself. I was working like a lunatic on a new work project, and my husband told me I was reaching a new Paris Geller level of intensity (as opposed to my more typical Lorelai or Emily level). Proving him right, it was then that I realized that Gilmore Girls is defined in large part by the varying levels of intensity of its characters. After grabbing a sheet of paper and plotting a few main characters along an x-axis of intensity, I realized that I didn’t necessarily like or dislike characters based on that one trait. There was good and bad on either side, so I added a y-axis to also include information about how much I loved each character. After I added the y-axis, I realized that these two features are the crux of the show. After all, Gilmore Girls is all about characters’ actions and inactions, and whether we can forgive and love our community in spite of both.

 

Fair warning if you haven’t seen the series: spoilers ahead!


My Gilmore Girls Character Alignment:


If you’re a fan of the show, you might disagree a bit with my analysis of characters on these axes. But regardless of whether or not you agree with my analysis, it’s clear that while the y-axis is extremely subjective and entirely based on my own feelings, the x-axis is somewhat objective. Intensity, or lack thereof, is undeniable. But no matter where you place the characters, the concept remains constant: there are four main categories of Gilmore Girls characters. 


The Four Types of Gilmore Girls Characters:


1) Cool Cats:

These characters are chill and grounded, and we love them for that. Best exemplified by the Troubadour, Morey, and Dave, they add a refreshing note of calm to an otherwise chaotic universe. 


2) Lovable Lunatics:

Overwhelmingly high-energy characters whom we love both because of and despite their intensity. They give life to the show, and create a universe we want to be a part of.


* the Sherman-Palladino Threshold:

Characters past this threshold have big main character energy, and are the heart and soul of any Amy Sherman-Palladino show. Any of these characters could absolutely hold down their own spin-off. 


3) Nightmare Psychos:

These characters use their intensity for evil and need to take it down a notch. They cause mayhem in the lives of the people around them by stridently asserting their own harmful preferences at all times. Jackson, you are dead to me.


4) Toxic Cowards:

Passive, cowardly, and apathetic, they make themselves and others miserable through their inaction or quiet, simmering destruction. They slouch into roles that others impose on them, and choose the easy way out of most situations, even if that leads to resentment later on. 


* The Unconcerned Center:

These characters are so close to the love/hate line, I feel pretty much indifferent towards them. And they’re not really intense or chill enough to notice in any meaningful way.


What does this all mean?

 

Here, I’ve drawn some observations about what all this data means. 


Frenemies:

It seems that the most compelling frenemy relationships come from opposite quadrants. The Paris/Rory frenemy relationship has sparks flying, with a lovable lunatic squaring off against a toxic coward. Likewise, Luke (a moderately cool cat) often finds himself at odds with family members and neighbors who are nightmare psychos (e.g., Taylor and TJ). 


The least interesting frenemy pair on this list is Sookie and Michel, because we’re rooting for both of them equally, and they’re both a similar degree of intense. If Zack somehow managed to take over Sookie’s job at the Inn, the ensuing face-off between him and Michel would be electric.


Like Sookie and Michel, Richard and Jason’s very dynamic work relationship is just not compelling enough to care about—even though Jason is an absolute shit-stirrer and Richard is a relatively grounded person, neither he nor Richard is likeable enough for us to care very much either way. But the more you like Richard as a character, the more compelling their relationship will be to you.


Romances: 

Secondary characters: 

Secondary character romances are all over the board, with almost everyone finding a partner who is at least a couple degrees more or less intense than themselves (with the exception of Lindsay and Dean). 


Main characters:

Lorelai dates from pretty much all four quadrants. Max is most similar to herself, Luke is much less intense yet similarly likeable, Christopher is detestable and less intense, and Jason is detestable and more intense. Rory, on the other hand, dates almost exclusively from within her own quadrant. (This is directly mocked in the reboot by the introduction of the oft-forgotten boyfriend character.)


Gender and Sexuality:

In Gilmore Girls, if you are a straight man, you will only be likable if you are extremely chill (e.g., Luke, Morey, Dave, Brian, and the Troubadour). But just because you are not intense does not mean you will necessarily be likable (e.g., Zack, every single one of Rory’s exes, her father, and her grandfather). 

If, however, you are a straight man who passes the intensity threshold, you will almost certainly be a total psychopath. Indeed, while you can find them all across the board, straight, white men are the sole inhabitants of the nightmare psycho corner of Gilmore Girls.


Queer and queer-coded characters (e.g., Gypsy, Taylor, Michel, and arguably Paris and Kirk [hat tip, Margie Housley]) are placed all over the board, except absent from the Rory corner. 


Female characters are generally placed on the intensity-side of the spectrum, with male characters more on the less-intense side of the spectrum.


Conclusions:

There’s so much more to say, but at this point, I invite you to draw your own conclusions, and fill out your own Gilmore Girls character alignment chart. Print it out, or sketch out your own.

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Kiley Miller-Dickerson
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