Chris Guppy

@guppytree.bsky.social

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Writer, artist, part-time badass, bad gardener, mediocre dancer, decent mom. She/ her

Pen and ink sketch of a raincoat. Text reads: Raining in Baltimore, What AWP has to do with the Counting Crows and the End of America. Chris's Substack: guppytree.substack.com
Literary magazine spread with text on the left and a woman with dark skin sitting on the grass in the sunshine on the right. Text reads: Weeding Chris Guppy I lean over each barbed thistle, grab hold, pull straight up. I keep thinking that this time, the weeds won’t grow back. Surely, If I uproot them over and over from the same spot, they’ll stop trying. But they never do. Their tenacity is inspiring. They never “learn their lesson.” They never “mind their place.” My borders and rules mean nothing to a life bent on living. My husband groans about the tedium in the garden. But what about making a life isn’t tedious? And what of our tedium isn’t miraculous? Flowers bloom, food grows from green stalks. We cook, wash the dishes, make the beds, brush our teeth. we stay fed and (mostly) healthy, free to love and be loved. And over each noxious weed, an angel whispers, “Grow!”
Hand holding a green fountain pen by a window.
Small green box of ink cartridges.
Inky fingers and disassembled fountain pen on an ink stained paper towel.
Cyanotype image with text on top. "Wolverine Farm Publick House Yart Sale/ October 26, 11 am - 2 pm/ Everything under $30/ 316 Willow St."
Black background, white text and image of quill crossing with a sword. Text reads: Use Your Words: Poetry as Resistance. Free online workshop. September 22, 6pm MDT. Register at www.writingheights.com/events/classes.
Three handmade greeting cards dyed with flowers and leaves.
Photo of me standing in front of a decorated ceramic mask, mounted on the wall.