Poems by Cynthia Atkins, Jose Alcantara, Judith Alexander Brice, Michael T. Young, Sydney Lea, Charlie Brice, John Samuel Tieman, and Adrian Rice.
I’m rocked into fields
of a lyrical witness, history rolls over
glittering in sunlight
During bedtime my little spider monkey
asked what we’re doing about global warming
The green folds of hillside
in the distance will open like arms to embrace you,
our soils enriched by the return,
the reminder of who we all are.
Prayers and wonder in these arches flicker
into smoke and ash, a single, blind beating wing
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