A Rose
byHow can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…
How can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…
In the distance, smeared by haze, thin snow from last week’s storm that seems to persist along the ridgeline will melt in a day…
We do not want merely to see beauty… We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty…
jacked cider, giant saw teeth, bald eagles raking the sleepy Wisconsin River for risen fish, sandbars with ribbons of chocolate like a marble cake…
I’ve been slowly reading through the ‘back catalog’ of environmental writing—those classics that everyone should make time for. It’s an illuminating process, but usually…
Shortly before publication of this work by Chandra Taylor Smith we here at the EcoTheo Review learned of her untimely passing. Our thoughts and…
I can’t walk far or drive away. I’m here, deep in snow. Still, I can follow the heart better than on a sunny day….
Forty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…
On the eighth day of our honeymoon, I had an existential crisis. I looked at my wife and said, “I just don’t think I…
I create ecosystems from existing military and industrial materials to begin a new story. I want to change people’s perceptions about value through performative…