Into its roots I thrust my spade, each spring, to kill it where it cloaks and climbs my lovely house, and chokes all other green things there arrayed. With my bare hands I pull new shoots before they batten and start to braid themselves into a wild cascade. I never manage to kill the roots….
Jane Greer has had poetry published for 40 years, with some time off in the middle. She founded and edited Plains Poetry Journal (1981-1993), an advance guard of the New Formalism movement. Her poetry collections include Bathsheba on the Third Day (1986, The Cummington Press [Harry Duncan], Omaha) and Love like a Conflagration (2020, Lambing Press, Pittsburgh). Most recently, her poems have appeared in Literary Matters, Modern Age, and St. Austin Review, and she has poems coming out in National Review and First Things.