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In the Blue Ridge and Appalachian mountains, the American chestnut is a living ghost.  Blight stole the leaves from the canopy and laid the tall trees low, but it could not kill the roots.

The massive trunks casting nuts thick on the forest floor are wraiths, shadows, but from the roots… from the roots, every year, they rise again: thin saplings, sprouting to die by the strangling blight, but sprouting nonetheless.

Ghost Tree Press gathers the work of writers who resonate with these themes and spaces: the reality of loss, of broken ties with the Earth; the continuity of roots and mycelia, making deep connections in order to rise and return; the wonder of life’s tenacity, endurance, and commitment to survive.

Stay tuned for more information.