Mother Earth’s Easter Address
byI am the trees, am the bodily matter of my son, the god-man who climbed one, died, and came down. I’m the dirt of…
Poetry
Two Poems
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] River and Fugue All afternoon I have sat in the middle of the river, disrupting the animals who live in it and come…
Headwaters
byBelieve me, we have met our obligations, made ourselves into terrain, behaved like rivers between hills, let sediment settle, warm, fertile, into our beds,…
After the Ascension
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] No one wanted to look at each other. No one wanted to speak, to be the first to speak. But we had to….
Amidah (Standing Prayer)
byOn the path to the river, nature’s rarest colors: cadmium. Blue that once meant holiness. White here stands for cool observation: telephone wires ruled…
Keys for a Crown
byI stopped, stunned by flower- shrine—hidden, not shy— my companions, unenraptured, pulled us past. Could any see Tall stalks—rope tying keys to the papal…
Three Poems
bySudan -For the last male white rhino Today is new year in Antarctica, so I found a rib bone in a bookshelf. The death…
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…
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…
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…