Reviews

From the Editor

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I’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…

Snowbound

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I 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

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Forty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…

Notices

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Once an Irishman in his coffin had to be wrapped from foot to chin in English wool, not Irish linen. I saw this notice:…