On a warm weeknight in Baltimore, a small crowd gathers in a converted church hall. Theres a table lined with prints still smelling faintly of ink, hand-bound chapbooks stacked like jewel boxes, and a musician quietly tuning a guitar in the corner. Someone

On a humid June evening in Baltimore, you can spot the CSA people a block away. Theyre the ones walking down the sidewalk with dirt-dusted tote bags, arms wrapped around boxes bursting with curly kale, still-warm tomatoes, and strawberries that actually sm