Witness From Tornado Alley
byI’ve never seen one in person, though I’ve heard and felt plenty. I say it up front for honesty’s sake that none may say…
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Everything Enters The Bloodstream
byEverything enters the bloodstream, so if you say I love you, I can bleed it out. I can bleed it out. So, too, I…
Prayer for Solid Ground
byJanuary 20, 2017 The memory isn’t old enough— its ragged edges still seep. With just a fat needle and yarn the color of sunrise,…
Micah’s Prophecy
byTime subsides and you fall back into the hammock of another easy truth. There are so many ways to disguise this. One reigning idea…
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…
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…