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Rob Breeding

Recently relocated from the rural crossroads of Orchid, Virginia, Rob now lives near the small village of Madison, Ohio, just a stone’s throw from Lake Erie.  After a career as an environmental planner, he and his partner are converting an old horse farm into an environmentally friendly flower farm with poetically inspired gardens and woodlands, where he hopes to discover an organic flow of artists, writers, friends, and musicians one day soon.

holy places at nightPoetry

holy places at night

Rob BreedingMay 14, 2026

we carry our lives in our pockets,​ our love on strings tied in knots, tattered​ around our necks, pulled down by the weight of…

the wild snowPoetry

the wild snow

Rob BreedingApril 24, 2026

the snow came & came then stopped & came some more, crystalline powder from the frigid air. the four little barn cats were too…

christmas countsPoetry

christmas counts

Rob BreedingFebruary 10, 2026

sadness doesn’t have to be everything or the greatest part of anything in this world. you needn’t be overwhelmed by the passing of days…

my chesapeakePoetry

my chesapeake

Rob BreedingDecember 6, 2025

the sun glowing gold under still pink glass waters speaks through the chattering first-hunt-of-day terns punching through your mirror-face          you…

home is a flower farmPoetry

home is a flower farm

Rob BreedingOctober 12, 2025

i was out in the field this morning trimming the spent blooms from the most beautiful flowers i’ve ever grown, lisianthus & larkspur in…

unhallowed groundPoetry

unhallowed ground

Rob BreedingJuly 30, 2025

i have become silent, the alabaster vampire in an anne rice novel, unmoving i come from nothing like my father before me & i…

transition homePoetry

transition home

Rob BreedingMarch 26, 2025

when the ghost in the basement won’t stop wailing i want ouuuut! & you holler right back            don’t we aaaall, my…

thanksgiving, next yearPoetry

thanksgiving, next year

Rob BreedingFebruary 10, 2025

oh, how my heart flies        in this harvest sky​ oh, how my heart settles        in the soft tan…

last of daysPoetry

last of days

Rob BreedingJanuary 15, 2025

this feels like the divorce i was spared my parents too exhausted .......by life ​ ............to split​ i should pack up my words now…

picture windowPoetry

picture window

Rob BreedingDecember 28, 2024

the white tail-end of thanksgiving is feathered over the farm three feet deep & the gray hand of god pushes downward. ghosts of children…

matteoPoetry

matteo

Rob BreedingNovember 11, 2024

the way he still chases you in dreams, his dead brother, then stares into blankness when he wakes. i want to dive into his…