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A mysterious presence, a troupe of anarchists, a nocturnal visitor
By Our ReadersI dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
By Edward AbbeyNatural law is the highest law, and it would be folly to figure that you can outwit natural law.
Winona LaDuke
Our choice is clear: ignore the crisis and be swept up in a cycle of accelerating disaster, or manage a rapid decline of fossil-fuel use to avert the worst.
By Mary DeMockerI was not afraid of alligators or snakes. I swam past them with some vague feeling that I was safer in the water with these creatures than on land with the humans.
By Heather SellersI soon found out that the reservoir was where some locals dumped their unwanted dogs. I was there one afternoon with Sofia when a well-dressed woman stepped from a Mercedes and opened the back door.
By Sarah Vallance“What are you going to do with it?” Nan whispers. “Do with what?” asks the boy who stole the vial. “I saw you,” Nan says. “I’m going to swallow it,” he says. His eyes are wide and a little disturbing. “Why?” Nan asks. “I want a horse inside of me,” he says.
By Debbie UrbanskiSometimes the horses grazing / in the nearby pastures come to the fence / and we talk. Or I do, and they seem to listen.
By Elizabeth PolinerPut a bald truck tire in the top of a cypress tree in Florida / and soon an osprey will arrive to build its roost / of sharp dry twigs and torn-up winter grass.
By Tony Hoagland