The Maasai people have lived sustainably off the savanna for centuries, raising cattle for sustenance and income. Climate activist Dorcas Naishorua paints a picture of how the climate crisis is threatening their way of life — and calls for local and international support as they’re forced to adapt to a changing environment.
A tiny Wall Street sales tax could fund huge improvements for the rest of us.
my palm beneath your palm
along the arc of your pregnant belly
as though my hand were the planchette
on a Ouija board
With their primary goal to advance scientific knowledge, most scientists are not trained or incentivized to think through the societal implications of the technologies they are developing.
Or did Twerski and the patient
dance, as Hassids do—dance until exhausted by
ecstasy, until the intransigent one, worn out
by serenity, surrendered to sobriety?
like the letter that doesn’t come,
the one I would carefully slit open
and slowly unfold
The fire now climbs the mountain’s back.
A red-gray haze swirls around the setting sun,
& the skies rain acrid ashes — tiny moth wings
flickering over everything.
When
the beautiful confusion of dreams becomes a stranger
to my waking hours I start to panic.
My father taught me:
You have to break the bones
To get to the heart
A young woman is walking with her boyfriend, and it’s deep
summer in the South, like being in a sauna
but hotter and stickier
The transportation sector is the largest source of U.S. climate pollution — and 80 percent of transportation emissions come from the cars and trucks on our roads. It’s one of the only major sectors where emissions are still rising.
My father was a sailor in the first group of ships to land in Hiroshima after the atomic bombs were dropped in WWII.
Help me dress these wounds with words
Not knowing the spring of 1980
would be the worst drought
in the history of Texas,
my father sod an entire acre.
It was my job to water.