Origins & Roots
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still…
The EcoTheo Review is delighted to feature visual art from C.R. Resetarits, poet, collagist, and fiction writer. On her artistic process, she writes: “I…
Table, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…
Cave Cricket Belly-up, splay-legged, bow-backed to the things in the dark: my mother will die, my father, my kid. Licked with dread. What I…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Tree Stories Her small leaves yellowed at the first touch of chill. Then as the northern wind roamed waking the hairs on the…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] We cordoned the bay from the ocean and it did not contain the spill. O God, who created the earth, We used napalm…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Chorus Frog The season of cracking open, bloodroot, egg strings. My grandmother chops the cloddy ground. Many years without him. Onion sets, new…
Sandy Coomer is a visual artist and poet living in Brentwood, TN. Below, she shares her thoughts on acrylic pour painting and how it…
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through…