The Earth, The Body
bySandy Coomer is a visual artist and poet living in Brentwood, TN. Below, she shares her thoughts on acrylic pour painting and how it…
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Two Poems
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Walking the Arroyo I kneel at the altar of stone, quartz-veined and creek-cut to trace volcanic memories. The urgency of cicadas sings through…
Boxed World
byWilliam D. Hicks is a photographer who lives in Chicago. These works explore the interrelationship between natural subjects and technology. In Night Lights, the leafless…
Letter From The Editor
byOur social media editor Hilary Scheppers reflects on the importance of renewal and recommitment as an ongoing eco–spiritual practice. Amidst the dense layers of…
Claude Monet, Argenteuil, 1875
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It was a lot of things. It was the algae blooms swimming against the tide. It was the convent of masts, making partial…
Amano
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Inspired by Frank Relle’s “Amano,” Jack Bedell composed his ekphrastic poem of the same name. Amano —Frank Relle Gallery, NOLA¹ Even what’s left…
(In)imitable Art
byIf you consider yourself a reader, especially a reader of poetry, it is likely that you’ve read John Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn.”…
Nuclear Family
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] “The militarization of light has been widely acknowledged as a historical rupture that brought into being a continuous Nuclear Age, but less understood…
Poem Beginning With a Line From Wordsworth
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, and the neighbor has shoveled his horseshit in the garden, bucket after bucket dumped from…
Refractive Errors
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] March birch: whose rags appear at first as roses, at least in my loose vision…