Ruskin 🌿

"Rowdy Ruskin with a history of life."

A cave and hollow of days gone by. Yellow Creek snaking through. An oasis, a hideout, a utopian fortress, a place where childhood memories take root in Tennessee soil.

Red Ryder toting tots. Summer getaways. A high tower of thrills. Maybe even a wedding or two. Ruskin with its various hues, a historical gem that holds more stories than one poem can tell.

A new poem about the places that shape us, the landscapes we carry, and the childhood hideouts that become part of who we are.

Read the full piece: spectrumapertura.substack.com

Poetry • Tennessee • Childhood • Place • Memory • Landscape