Where you go, you go nowhere.But the question dies with the outer shineThe summer ended, but not in my soulI yearn for spring, but it’s summer.The trees with naked branches, torn torsosAnd weeping bodiesLeft relics of ruins.The sadness within is engulfing the surroundings.NowI am looking for someone who you could bring them from booksI am looking for somebody who could […]
Nebulous
50 Shades of Spring
Such an ecstasySpring is puffing and swelling on its rideLike a new bride, it tides melancholy from all the sidesPiling growth upon growth like wavesSpring is moistening and filling the budsLike a lover, it chides the complainingDawn that arrives with streaks of crimsonOn the background of blue at times dewy, at times foggyThe sunlight pecking the grass, nibbling the treesDreaming […]
Your Plan?
(After Ryszard Krynicki) You won’t feel the rise in temperatureYou won’t have to think about the extinct animalsYou won’t ponder over the plastic and its problemsYou won’t have to reduce carbon footingYou won’t have to mull over the muck of the riversYou won’t have to think of trashYou will not be reducing greenhouse gasesYou will not be envisaging the melting […]
R.I.P. Brickmover
This Drop
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 this transect. I was counting flowers along the 50-meter transect tape measure to record data on the quality of the pollinator habitat of this post-burn site. “3,4,5…” I muttered as I counted the purple flowers […]
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 their way in and out of Lisbon. I’m like the squirrel that my dog Fred has chased up the pine tree by the dregs of a dusty brook. Hidden. I’ve always liked a long walk […]
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 to confirm agendas and bark bullet points, Abby exhales. I open an ordinary email and fall out of my slippers. She frees awe from its amber, but she never shouts. Exclamation points fall down as […]
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 base of plant scents plants don’t create sounds (by themselves) trees can represent mystery with their angles and obscured spaces slow spontaneity
A Lesson From Ancient Polylepis Trees
A couple weeks ago, I wandered the Polylepis forest in the Chimborazo Park Reserve. After a two-hour trek through the sandy trail, passing by vicuna animals and native Andean shrubs, I saw the entrance. The sight of the trees with their branches reaching out in all directions struck me.
Beyond This Room
Sure Thing It is that with which the wind blows And the snowflakes carry from the skies The mountains echo in their deep crevasses The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse The child has in her smile The earth in her soil The dog in my arms. It is that with which spreads the smell of rain The mist […]
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