Above Rio de Janeiro, a Poem by John C. Mannone
The forest never sleeps
and also cries for redemption, the soul
of the Amazon, the trees of life-giving
air.
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Oct 6, 20232 min read
After Coming Out of the Cocoon, a Poem by Sofiul Azam
if I started, “Once upon a time, not so long ago, lived a man with a habit of regretting his mistakes and making more in the process,”...
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Jun 9, 20231 min read
Whales, a Poem by Burt Rashbaum
You loved our songs. named us by our flukes, watched entranced as we danced on the waves but we knew we were still endangered....
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Mar 31, 20232 min read
Pandemic Spring and Then What? a Poem by Elaine Zimmerman
The groundhog does not see his shadow today but I give you mine for the number of springs we missed together. Buds will open in this...
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Feb 24, 20231 min read
And It Was Good, a Poem by Marjorie Maddox
Not the green-grey sludge snaking to the river’s edge. Not the sun’s overdone orb baking the snake to a dry bed of dust. Not the hands of...
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Feb 3, 20231 min read
Dill, a Poem by Erin Covey-Smith
It is hot, hotter than it was ever meant to be. The air chewable, our thoughts limp as the beanstalks in the garden. Night a stultifying...
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May 13, 20221 min read
I Hear the Water, a Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka
I hear the water. It calls to me from lakes, streams, and rivers. My mother was the ocean. She carried me on her shoulders above raging...
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Apr 15, 20221 min read
The Unbearable Age, a Poem by Njukang Princeley
She sits upon a rock, weeping And watching the sky as it folds Into buckets of toxic smoke Rising from the endless burning Of forest and...
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Sep 24, 20211 min read
Moon in the Time of Coronavirus, a Poem by Michael Shen
moon veiled by tissue clouds glides through, flirtatious filly, back slapper, money man, and filters light fickle on our rock, where...
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Feb 5, 20212 min read
The Summit of Choice, a Poem by Angela Costi
She is sitting on the edge of a mountain in the Annapurna,
her face, away from the camera,
her gaze focused on the Lamjung peak,
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Oct 30, 20201 min read
Resurgemus, a Poem by VaL Smit
The forest lain out beneath the iron sky of winter Is stiffened in frost Frozen in fog The mists as chill as death wandering to the...
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