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 the sunset. Any time spentNot being outraged.Or being outraged. Any time spentBeing forced to choose.Or regretting your choice. Any time spentHaving no choice.Or lamenting your fate. Any time spentGoing on living.Or giving up.
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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, I would just roam. It ended, maybe,with a spoonful of cereal and a half gallon offear, the milk carton asking, feral and wild:“Have you, have you, seen this child?” When did having children become animposition? […]
Tunneling
by Steven Ring I’ve been living with the ants for six weeks. Shrinking was awful, but I’m starting to feel better. Now, every day is the same. We wake together in an almond-shaped cavern and sing the Queen’s song of beginnings – a thrumming tune that sounds like building rain. The melody stretches through the stale air. It’s dark. I […]
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 […]