When I was asked to review Greenwoman Magazine: A Literary Garden, the title alone was enough to pique my reader-writer’s curiosity. It wasn’t hard to see why; some of my favorite words were there — garden, literary, green, and woman. Other than that, I honestly had no idea what to expect.
But the feminine and vintage cover begged for a quiet moment and a cup (jug) of hot tea. So I curled up on the sofa and read through it slowly. With knitted eyebrows and my mouth hanging open, I’m pretty sure that I didn’t resemble somebody that was being quietly seduced. But there it was.
Greenwoman runs the gamut from poetry, essays, stories, interviews, vintage photographs, fiction, creative non-fiction, comics — it’s all in there. Strange as this sounds, this magazine actually reads like a woman in that it’s a little romantic, slightly mysterious, passionate…and undoubtedly sexy.
I’m not just talking about the literally sexy stuff like this passage from the article An Underground Affair:
“Not all bulbs are bulbs. You can’t be fooled by their testi-like appearance. Corms are described as being “swollen, underground” and only have “one growing point.” A gladiola and crocus have this base. The rhizomes lay on their backs, growing horizontal. Lily of the Valley will take over your whole yard, inseminating the air with their heavy scent, but only in the milder climates with enough humidity. Denver would have to exhale, all at once, an exhausted breath after sex, to create that kind of humidity. Tuber mass-propagate the dahlia and begonia, bulbs broad in the middles, pulsating out in bunches under the surface tuft.”
(These are Naked Ladies (Amaryllis belladonna) — just seemed like the right thing to do here)
But I’m also talking about the cerebrally sexy stuff — the literature. It’s playful and serious and delicious all at the same time. The icing on the cake is that it’s garden literature. My fellow dirt-diggers and soil socialites allow their imaginations to soar and it simply feeds my word-freaky soul.
You’re going to want this magazine on your nightstand coffee table.
Photo by caspargirl