Barbara Hamby: Ode to My Younger Self
You were so beautiful and stupid though you thought
you were smart, and in a way you were,
because you loved poetry and Beethoven and apples
Erica Etelson: In order to transcend Trumpism, we must tend to suffering — not celebrate it
Our survival as a species depends on our ability to turn away from the delusion of sweet revenge, and show compassion for those we may dislike or detest.
Megan Merchant / Luke Johnson: Origin Story (An Epistolary Dialogue)
From our window, grosbeaks
and buntings tangle into flight. The hours count
earlier now, because of the way they are lit.
Rita D. Sherma: The Links Between Spirituality and Climate Change
Dr. Sherma explains the core ideas behind “green spirituality,” how religion and environmental protection are closely intertwined, and the role faith can play in restoring hope amid the drumbeat of discouraging environmental news.
Ruth King: A Journey From Rage to Mindfulness
An approach to examining systems, navigating emotional distress, and increasing social harmony.
Kim Stafford: Four poems about the current war
How much rain to fill the Volga?
Not soon, the end of weeping.
The Vegan Kitchen: Derek Sarno | Wicked Stroganoff and other great recipes
Vegan chef Derek Sarno is on a mission to unleash the mighty power of plants, creating nutritious food from mushrooms and vegetables that’s full of texture and flavor — and good for the planet. (recipes included in this post)
Peter Schireson: Last Night in the Freshness that Followed a Summer Rain
How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
Buddha Shakyamuni: Well-Spoken
A statement endowed with five factors is well-spoken, not ill-spoken; it is blameless and not faulted by knowledgeable people. Which five?
Peter Schireson: Good Morning
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
Philip Terman: Such Abundance
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
Molly Fisk: Peace
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
like praise
