Place

Agriculture, Frontier, Out West, Place

Gathering Chips

One of my favorite photographs hangs in my bathroom. At its center is a wheelbarrow, with wooden handles, braces, and legs. The ten-spoke wheel is iron. Cow chips – dry dung – are stacked two feet high in the tray. They also litter the grassy landscape, which is over-exposed and unending. In black and white, each chip looks like a […]

Conservation, Forests, Place, Rivers

In town

I followed my mother down a winding forest path.   The trail head peaks through the trees that line the softball field down the street from my house.  You wouldn’t know it was there if you weren’t looking for it.  Gnarled tree roots reach up from the soil, weaving across the path—the perfect snare for an imprecise step.  Gusts of wind had recently […]

Agriculture, Place

Stacking Wood

This piece was originally written as part of a larger poetry and prose project that explored the author’s relationship with his family’s farm in Tennessee. Over a month-long span, he reflected daily on the lessons that the place and its people have taught him. The piece has been adapted for publication here.  Two Decembers ago, we cut up a few […]

Fracking, Place

Boom: Fossil Fuel Collisions

Fracking | Accident  The driver of the frackwater truck swerved because there was a little girl walking along the highway. She was walking eastward early that morning, not precisely on the shoulder, swerving in and out of the edge line the way she does with thick, dulled crayons. She might have been chasing a ball or a cat. From my desk now […]

Activism, Place, Waste Management

Beyond the Landfill

Every day, roughly 8,000 tonnes of rubbish are collected from the capital city of Jakarta before ending up at Bantar Gebang, the largest landfill in Southeast Asia. Just two decades ago, the area was covered with paddy fields before it was bought by the state and later converted into a landfill. Being in Bantar Gebang for the first time, I wasn’t struck by the monumental size of the landfill as much as the sight of dozens of people working tirelessly from the base to the very top […]

Animals, Out West, Place

Rehabbing Rain

In the Shade of the Cottonwood Tree             I was born and raised in the desert. Like most desert plants and animals, I love rain. I live for rain. I live because of rain. Rain heals me, as it heals and seals the cracked surfaces of sunbaked arroyos and limestone canyon walls. It peels back the membranes of seedpods, freeing them […]