David Fadem One day, In The Last Real Town, In the last real October, It will be the 31st—a Friday. And through some sympathetic working of the universe, All will open their eyes to a ceiling above. And hate will have not creeped under the pillows Of all the happy people. One day, In The Last Real Town in the last real October, The children will gaze in wonderment At the … [Read more...] about The Last Real Town
Audrey Crocco The wind-swept field, summoning the waltz of the wild violet. Deliriously swaying to the whir of the world like the lick of a flame. But the wave of lush purple warmly regards its atmosphere, selflessly. Of intimate mornings and autumnal sky, riverbanks and neighboring marigolds. The mellow incense of the herbaceous plants garnish the air. Pollen that wafts to … [Read more...] about Earthly Murals
Jacob Fuhrer Oh, glory to the working man, who works the land with calloused hands. And glory to the highest tree, With leaves that drift like steam off tea. Glory to the axe he owns, That turns the trees to stumps and stones. Glory to the branching arms, Which reach toward skies like knotting yarn. Glory to his next of kin, For whom he swings his axe of sin. Glory to the … [Read more...] about Not So Different, You and I
it's 3:23 in the morningand I'm awakebecause my great great grandchildrenwon't let me sleepmy great great grandchildrenask me in dreamswhat did you do while the Planet was plundered?what did you do when the Earth was unravelling? surely you did somethingwhen the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying?…. did you fill the streets with … [Read more...] about What did you do when you knew?
Mahmoud Darwish A long time will pass for our present to become a past like us.But first, we will march to our doom, we will defend the trees we wearand defend the bell of the night, and a moon we desire over our huts.We will defend the imprudence of our gazelles, the clay of our potsAnd our feathers in the wings of the final songs. In a little whileyou will erect your world … [Read more...] about The “Red Indian’s” Penultimate Speech to the White Man
Each morning alone on the beach,not thinking about how far I mightwalk, I look back over my shoulderto see my footprint trail in the sand.At water’s edge spent waves rippledmenacingly close to my footprints,a scene becomes instantly symbiotic.People known to me are like those footprints. They’re also vulnerableand then vanish thanks to nature’sultimate power to dismiss. All … [Read more...] about Footprints in the Sand
In 1994, this poem by Sarah Mantz, then a sophomore at Salisbury High School, was selected as a winner in an Earth Day writing contest sponsored by the Lehigh County Office of Solid Waste Management. (Her winning poem was also published in Echoes Magazine.) Her poem seems to fit not only this month, but the ecosystem-threatening times in which we live: April I am the fourth … [Read more...] about ‘April’, by Sarah Mantz
Wow! Watch this 7-minute video with biologist Sandra Steingraber—I guarantee you'll see the Marcellus Shale in a whole new light.... -Peter <dearsusquehanna.blogspot.com/2011/11/sandra-steingraber-talks-about-shale.html> OR http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tug2rfM6nYg … [Read more...] about Wow! – Deep Life in the Marcellus