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.
Poetryholy places at night
we carry our lives in our pockets, our love on strings tied in knots, tattered around our necks, pulled down by the weight of…
Poetrythe wild snow
the snow came & came then stopped & came some more, crystalline powder from the frigid air. the four little barn cats were too…
Poetrychristmas counts
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…
Poetrymy chesapeake
the sun glowing gold under still pink glass waters speaks through the chattering first-hunt-of-day terns punching through your mirror-face you…
Poetryhome is a flower farm
i was out in the field this morning trimming the spent blooms from the most beautiful flowers i’ve ever grown, lisianthus & larkspur in…
Poetryunhallowed ground
i have become silent, the alabaster vampire in an anne rice novel, unmoving i come from nothing like my father before me & i…
Poetrytransition home
when the ghost in the basement won’t stop wailing i want ouuuut! & you holler right back don’t we aaaall, my…
Poetrythanksgiving, next year
oh, how my heart flies in this harvest sky oh, how my heart settles in the soft tan…
Poetrylast of days
this feels like the divorce i was spared my parents too exhausted .......by life ............to split i should pack up my words now…
Poetrypicture window
the white tail-end of thanksgiving is feathered over the farm three feet deep & the gray hand of god pushes downward. ghosts of children…

