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The Wilderness Within

During aimless wanderings in the woods, while on the verge of becoming lost, I have often wondered what we mean by the word wilderness.

Snowing Inside Me

The Air Around Me Was Hissing

I was nineteen and living with three other girls in a big house sandwiched between a linseed-oil factory and a pesticide plant. Two of the girls were nuts, and the smell of linseed oil gave me headaches.

The Technology Of Simplicity

When I was eleven or twelve, I used to go deer hunting with my father. He would wake me before dawn on cold, crisp October days, and we would dress silently in the dim glow of a night light, not wanting to awaken the rest of the house.

Beautiful To Us

Sunbeams

And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and they were not ashamed.

Genesis 2:25

Black Birch

The True, Original First World

We have got it backward in our conventional worldview. The world of indigenous peoples, like the Lacandones, is the real First World, because it has been here the longest; it was here first. The so-called First World of the industrialized North is first only in capital accumulation and military force.

Oh-Oh

Selected Poems