By Emily Hockaday I sing to the water and lower my only child into the foam, wiggling toes first. I think about all the species the ocean held that I don't know the names of that have gone extinct this past year and focus on the sound of the waves and all the metaphors that [...]
By Karen Kilcup Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal? –Rachel Carson A one-woman Revolution, Jemima Wilkinson was stoned for preaching the light that lives in everyone. The Public Universal Friend was driven north from Philadelphia to the Finger Lakes, her movement forecasting what would follow: women’s rights, [...]
By K. L. Lord The delicate blooms, alabaster petaled and fragrant, sprout from gardens across the land, mingling with the peas and green beans. They are lovely, but they’ve never grown here before. The first person to find them thought they were carrots, but when pulled from the ground, tendrils of roots ripple through the [...]
By Judith Skillman Artist Statement In “Storm Front,” oil and cold wax on canvas, 12” x 12”, the artist used a rag in equal measure to paint and wax. A paint scraper was employed to etch out the trees at the bottom left. Nature provides solace during times of affliction, whether that affliction be physical [...]
By Katherine D. Perry We were standing together, our fingers loosely grasping each other’s hands, around the planet. Here, in the good ole U.S. of A., we had been looking elsewhere for pain: we didn’t notice when we began to choke from our own smoldering: arrogance and first world privilege let us take our Zyrtec [...]
