Tagged: climate change

in the fine print, it

in the fine print, it
states that before,
during, and
after, we were and
are and will be knitted
together by the
universe, so that
how we each live
off the land and
water affects
the other,
whatever touches
me touches you

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: knitted


someone is counting

someone is counting
the 71,497 fires ignited
across the Amazon
rainforest since
January to make way
for soybeans. someone
is standing in the
middle of a farm in
the Midwest, watching
the rows of soybeans
rotting in the fields.
everywhere, the
land whispers

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: soybeans

on the last day of

on the last day of
november, it’s near sixty
degrees fahrenheit,

autumn pauses its camouflage
unsure of which way to turn

in the beginning was

in the beginning was
the word, and the word
was stella, rapping so
gently at my
window with her icy
knuckles this morning –
despite forecasts
and city shutdowns
and a state of emergency
declaration and thousands
of plows deployed
across the boroughs,
and lining up outside
grocery stores under
a cool blue sky –
despite everything, still
leaning on her southern
charm, like a new art form

it’s a little scary out

it’s a little scary out
there, i try
not to be taken
in, allowing my
brain to pinch my
brawn every once
in awhile. chance’d
be a fine thing
if i wake

in the race for

in the race for
earth, it is a zero
sum game, when
wrangled through
a partisan prism