
A poem about
the wondrous
landscape I call “An
Overgrown Village
of Familiar Crumbs”
While reflecting on the concept of the mundane, I explored the mundane task of washing dishes. This never ending cycle can at times be therapeutic in its repetitive nature; however, it can also become an exhausting, vicious cycle. Further, when the dishes pile up, one may get lost when navigating this familiar village…









