The Reach of Justice
by79. lynching. Circa 1920, location unknown. The arc of the moral universe is an arm span flailing in the Georgia heat and nightfall knows…
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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…
Summit, Elk Hills
byIn the distance, smeared by haze, thin snow from last week’s storm that seems to persist along the ridgeline will melt in a day…
Ability vs. Culpability
byWe do not want merely to see beauty… We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty…
Aldo Leopold’s Cabin
byjacked cider, giant saw teeth, bald eagles raking the sleepy Wisconsin River for risen fish, sandbars with ribbons of chocolate like a marble cake…
From the Editor
byI’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…
Environmental Action Is Not a Choice, It’s a Spiritual Obligation
byShortly before publication of this work by Chandra Taylor Smith we here at the EcoTheo Review learned of her untimely passing. Our thoughts and…
Snowbound
byI 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
byForty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…
Field Notes From the Real World
byOn the eighth day of our honeymoon, I had an existential crisis. I looked at my wife and said, “I just don’t think I…