Two Poems
byRedbud Flamingo-beaked buds open on bare branches. Pollen-drunk, the long-tongued bees mount bright blossoms. Startled, petals burst pink against a blue sky. Only after…
Arts
Two Poems
by“Why We Need Ponds” To break the monotony of crops we need ponds to be, on our home places, the eyes that never close…
The Purple Hour
byThese photographs by Joanna Marshall belong to a larger project called “On Highway AA: Living with a Sense of Place.” During the winter and spring…
Tree Meditation
byThis wide, aged dogwood blooms with the ivory of old teeth. Last year, a flock of cedar waxwings vanished among new leaves and fading…
Running Side By Side
byIn her Oct. 9, 2019 essay in The Paris Review, Naja Marie Aidt writes of how poetry and language make it possible to understand…
When I Stand Beneath The Stars
byAfter “When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver When I stand beneath the stars North, Dog, Scorpio, the Dippers even Venus and…
Tomorrow Tanka
byYesterday, I looked back, shaving. A moth crawled through the fog of my face in the mirror. An open window unmakes a wall, the…
Strange Forms
byThe Ecotheo Review is pleased to feature several selections by visual artist Darrell Black. Throughout his work, Black aims to explore “the unique wonderland…
The Quiet Is Winnowing Us
byThe Quiet is Winnowing Us The quiet is winnowing what does not belong, exposing the hidden so we can see it, see it for…
Ice Bone
byThe EcoTheo Review is delighted to feature three visual images by Judith Skillman, a poet, editor, and artist from Syracuse, New York. In her…