Rubbish, I Say

Are we doomed to be buried in mounds of trashwe can no longer recycle, a child’s entire plasticnursery, dumped into the rolloff on an islandleast able to cope with more landfill, parentslikely overwhelmed with the stress of parenting,too tired or zoned to...

On the Edge

Standing on the precipice of sweeping changeas man-made societal structures shift rapidly,the environment prodding and nudging us awake,sometimes gently and yet, knowing humans ignoretoo much, ramping up its game, rocking somewith earthquakes and volcanoes, dumping...

Mail Routes

These high desert roads make no sense,twisting and turning and causing countlessfatalities here in the mountains and table landsof northern New Mexico; Old cow paths now make up the crazycriss-cross roads in Boston, while whatused to be wagon tracks and Kit...

Yearning

Somewhere there are sheets of blue icestitching up the last of the open water,but I am not there, only memory servesto dish up that young woman in hernew figure skates, striking outover the frozen pond, what those livingin worlds of water call a small lake,and Boom!...

Wonderland

Below zero, as indigo wings flap madly,honing in on empty feeders, and we arisewith the wonder that any warm bloodedcreature can survive, urged now to provisionsmall bellies dependent on habits that mustbe sustained, having begun this particular dancewhen we arrived...