2017 Winter

A Rose

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How can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…

From the Editor

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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…

Snowbound

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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….

Tears

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Forty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…