“Look at that, you son of a bitch” by Peg Duthie
“Look at that, you son of a bitch” by Peg Duthie In the world I want to believe in, we would greet hard truths with the gentleness born of water long gone under the bridge, milk wrung out of mops whose grey-clean strands also soaked up the tearfalls slicking the hay and slopping the mud against our came-by-their-age-honestly boots. Meanwhile the moon, which our schoolteachers said didn’t have water, turns out to have...
At the Interface by Renée E. D’Aoust
“At the Interface” by Renée E. D’Aoust “Catch fire, move on.” —Gary Snyder, Turtle Island If it all went up in flames, what would I do? Before her right hand shriveled to a claw, Mom tilled soil around her son’s Paradise lily. Once my brother, then a flower. Mom carried on, weeding with her left. What would I do, if the log cabin burned down? The oregano patch round the house should be defensible...
Keep Calling My Name: Frogs, Circles and Climate Change by Jocelyn Edelstein
“Keep Calling My Name: Frogs, Circles and Climate Change” by Jocelyn Edelstein On a sticky evening in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, I sat behind a tripod, peering at the screen of a small HD camcorder as my friend and his mom let me interview them about life, dance and surviving in Brazil on a very limited income. My friend, who I’d known since he was a skinny 18-year-old boy wearing oversized...
There’s No Place Like Home by Rebecca Hart Olander
“There’s No Place Like Home” by Rebecca Hart Olander Finding the screech owl holed up below the canopy of the spindle tree, auburn feather fist in austere bark, my father suggests we turn back for binoculars. I had never seen a daylight owl, only heard the dusky cries, feeling as mice must, quivering in a field beneath wing-blotted stars. Through doubled glass we focus on the russet bird, casting her as an...
Vanishing Point by Melissa Grossman
“Vanishing Point” by Melissa Grossman It is not miles ahead of you where the road narrows. It is not a mountaintop covered by low clouds. Nor, the columns of trees that grow smaller farther down the street. It is a gam of whales swimming just below the shimmering surface of the ocean, and you are whale, and you are water. It is that cloudless blue sky when birds disappear into the deep brightness, and you are...
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