Doug Anderson: The Fool
At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
Danusha Laméris: Reading My Valentine’s Poem to Frank X. Gaspar
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
Adrie Kusserow: Anthropocene Lullaby
OM GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA Gone, Gone Beyond, Completely Beyond, Gone Beyond Gone . Hush humans, you can finally let it all go, the Anthropocene, Technocene, Thermocene Capitalocene, … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: She Is Overheard Singing
Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,— But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as … Continue reading
Elizabeth West: Love And Loss In The Anthropocene
As a species, we have been unable to meet the challenges posed by our own misguided attachment to growth. “Easiest to see are the larger and most tangible of consequences … Continue reading
