CROPCIRCLE

Crop circles appear without explanation—a pattern the earth seems to offer up on its own. Something similar happens when people read in the round: words land that you needed to hear, often from a stranger. Bring a piece of writing you’ve been harvesting lately—a poem or short piece, fresh from your own rows—to read aloud, or just come to listen and eat. Anything’s welcome, but if you want a thread to follow, we’re listening for what earth has to say: clay, soil, roots, mud, the ground under all of it. We’ll sit in a circle, eat with our hands, and take turns reading aloud.