Sameen
This is tight and atmospheric. The image of planting eggshell seeds in a gated garden with no visitors is strong, fragile and a little eerie. I like how the last line flips the absence of gates into something almost accusatory. But the poem stays so compressed that its meaning feels just out of reach. The "Garden of Creeds" title suggests belief systems, but the body never quite bridges that gap. It's intriguing, but could use one more clue to ground what the garden actually stands for.
2026-08-25