William deBuys: New Mexico’s Megafires Mark a Turning Point
We have entered the Pyrocene, the Epoch of Fire.
Frida Berrigan: This Is My Song
What I Can Still Love about My Embattled Country (and World)
Thom Hartmann: A Personal Apology to Young Americans for Failing to Stop Ronald Reagan
I’m so embarrassed to have to say this, but my generation let this happen. And now our chance is here to stop the Republican onslaught once and for all.
Michael Simms: Elderberry Magic
In the Native American tradition, the elder is sacred. The soft whistling song I often hear in the branches has been heard by others as well. Elder’s long association with wind instruments suggests that the magical sound comes not from the wind but rather from the tree itself, as well as any instruments carved from elder branches.
Paul Christensen: What Binds Us. Together
We’ve had two small heat waves since I arrived here in southern France in mid-June. Neither was terrible, neither quite made it to the level of a canicule, a blistering heat bloom usually starting out its career in northern Africa and drifting down onto western Europe where it stagnates over the red-tile roofs…
Deborah Bogen: Two Poems
I think of the ways we got it wrong. All the things we didn’t know. Who did it — and why — where it was done and how we can think about the Lord’s Prayer as thirteen ways of looking at a tragedy.
Rebecca Gordon: In the Shadow of Roe’s Undoing
I still hate electoral politics, but you don’t always get to choose the terrain you’re fighting on. Through its machinations at the federal, state, and county level, the Republican Party has been all but screaming its plans to steal the next presidential election.
Baron Wormser: Ghosts
All the chatter about “family values” presupposes that women pick up whatever difficulties they are faced with and go forward with a happy, maternal smile. Seduced and abandoned does not exist in such an aggressively wholesome universe.
Adrienne Maree Brown: Murmurations | Returning to the Whole
To heal ourselves, we must remember that we are a small part of a much greater whole.
Patricia A. Nugent: Father with a Gun
Years working in human resources convinced me that no school employee should have a gun. Period.
Paul Christensen: Return to France
And I come, suppressing my eagerness for as long as I can, until I burst with affection at the sound of a cork being pulled by a solemn waiter, who waits politely while I sink my liver into a pool of forgetfulness at the first sip.
Michael Simms: Puppy Rolling
When I take Josie to the dog park she likes to find a puppy, preferably a rare breed like a Shiba Inu or a New Guinea Singing Dog and roll it down the hill.
Mike Vargo: Delusions
I cannot help imagining René Descartes as a comedian. The surviving portraits show a polymath with a prominent nose and a sly smirk, as if to say “Heard this one?” … Continue reading
Steve Mentz: I swim to think and to stay afloat in an ever-wetter world
Pools open portals. All bodies of water issue invitations, but there’s a special doorway provided by a familiar concrete rectangle, usually 25 or 50 metres long, filled with warm water. In that unnatural … Continue reading
