William deBuys: New Mexico’s Megafires Mark a Turning Point
We have entered the Pyrocene, the Epoch of Fire.
Toi Derricotte: For my unnamed brother (1943-1943)
you live this
life i’ll live the
next
Video: Durango
Durango follows Aaron and TJ through aimless days spent diving from cliffs, lighting fireworks and chatting about girls, as the siblings’ uncertain future lingers in the background.
Video: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds | Red Right Hand
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm
Comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
Anna Hennessey: I saw my baby as a river flowing through me, and gave birth
I imagined a large river cascading down a mountain through my own body. The image was strong in my mind and my body was calm.
Jake Johnson: Climate Crisis Pushes Migratory Monarch Butterflies Onto Endangered List
“Decisive action to tackle climate change and restore ecosystems” is badly needed to rescue the beloved subspecies, experts say.
Bhikshuni Mahaprajapati: What mother doesn’t see a Buddha in her child?
To care for all the children, without exception, as though each will someday be the one to show us all the way home: that is the Path.
Video: A 3-Part Plan to Take on Extreme Heat Waves
The deadliest severe weather phenomenon is something you might not realize: extreme heat.
Edward Harkness: My Father’s Uncles Doing Time
Their sorry, sorry asses. Bad year, 1929.
Neither one is yet 30 in the grim prison photos
I received from the state archives.
Chris Winters: The Supreme Court’s Crisis of Legitimacy
The Supreme Court has demonstrated that the highest law of the land is whatever they feel like saying it is. What do we do when the court and other institutions are widely seen as illegitimate?
Mary Jane White: Lindeman
you led me alone
into the sandhills, told me how you were named
for the lindens that grow like smaller oaks
or elms in Europe’s parks
Frida Berrigan: This Is My Song
What I Can Still Love about My Embattled Country (and World)
Jose Padua: North Richmond Street, Being Blind
This place used to be
called Helltown and some people still call it
that, except at that precise hour when the sky
over the mountains is a perfect flinty lapis lazuli
blue, and the river is a woman named Edna with
the most joyous laugh
