Poetry
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Stratigraphy
This poem is formatted in a shape resembling a rock formation. It is intended to be read first as in standard English, left to right,…
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At the Window
I pray to the Invisible: Please protect usfrom blizzard and hail, from blaze and swelter,from flying insects that sting and swarm,from pestilence and sulfurous miasma,and…
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Any Time Spent
Any time spentNot making babies.Or not making money. Any time spentNot tilling the soil.Or not dancing the floor. Any time spentNot watching the sunset.Or watching…
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Carbon Footprints of Unwanted Children
I can’t put my finger on it, when did itchange? I would ride my bike miles fromhome, even at night and in rain. No oneworried,…
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Personal Enlightenments on Plant Life
the form of birth and death the smell of some flowers are one of the happiest feelings to me, common leaves are a…
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More Than Just Us
More Than Just Us A hawk broke their shoulder, collided with a building encroaching their wetlands. The hawk was taken in,and with time and care,…
Articles and Prose
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The Reason the U.S. No Longer Exists
by T. G. Metcalf The teacher, a woman in her early forties, was seated at a table in her study. The students were scattered within…
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A Suite of Sprawling Cattails Occupy a Suburban Woodland’s Edge
Spaces between the built and natural environment host transient goers. Herbaceous materials gently waver, offering fluffed seedy packets.Delicious debris diffuses along the paved-unpaved zone.Woodland soundscapes rapidly…
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Feeding Dynamics Across the Land-Sea Interface
by Josh Kesling Autumnal wrack lines linearly diffuse across beachscapes, demarcating the relationships between land and sea. Peppered with copper browns and aged maroons, not…
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Stratigraphy
This poem is formatted in a shape resembling a rock formation. It is intended to be read first as in standard English, left to right,…
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At the Window
I pray to the Invisible: Please protect usfrom blizzard and hail, from blaze and swelter,from flying insects that sting and swarm,from pestilence and sulfurous miasma,and…
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Any Time Spent
Any time spentNot making babies.Or not making money. Any time spentNot tilling the soil.Or not dancing the floor. Any time spentNot watching the sunset.Or watching…
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Carbon Footprints of Unwanted Children
I can’t put my finger on it, when did itchange? I would ride my bike miles fromhome, even at night and in rain. No oneworried,…
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Container
by Megan Quinn Content Warning: Eating Disorders I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes until lunchtime. I just had to finish four more meters on…
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My Idyllic Defense of Walking
by Sarah Kilgallon and translation by Miriam Ivo Cruz I walk down a shady woodland path, paralleling the city highway. Autos, motos, and lorries hurtle…
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Hands and Fingers
by Angela Townsend My sister writes about leaves in a way that almost makes me want to go outside. In a medium that others use…