Derrick Z. Jackson: Administration Cuts Will Leave No Refuge for Wildlife
Smyrna, Delaware—Bald eagles descended to pose on the banks and boulders on the mudflats. Shorebirds bobbed in shallow pools. Great blue herons, great egrets, and snowy egrets snapped up fish … Continue reading
Rick Campbell: Two Poems
the first bird sings that it’s time
to walk the beach, where gulls don’t sing
and herons stand silent, waiting
for a pilchard to offer itself to God.
Derrick Z. Jackson: Care for Endangered Seabirds Continues Amid a 51-Year Legacy of Optimism
Steve Kress’s smile lit up the dusk as research assistants at least 50 years younger than him regaled him with tales of their vigilance to save tern chicks on Stratton Island, Maine.
Rick Campbell: Two Poems
Here, in the modern invention
of South Florida, I am trying
to remember a place that never was.
Liza Katz Duncan: Bayshore Elegy
You’d have to be crazy to call home
a strip of sand that will be underwater
in fifty years and oh,
my God, what does that make me?
T. R. Hummer: William Blake and the Alligator
A young man still, to me he is the Ancient of Days
standing stern in the stern of the skiff, poling us
Over the jade mirror of the Tickfaw River.
M. Nelson, P. Groffman: Climate change is already disrupting US forests and coasts – here’s what we’re seeing at 5 long-term research sites
Here are snapshots of what we’re seeing firsthand in the National Science Foundation’s Long-Term Ecological Research Network sites, from the effect of increasing fires in Oregon’s Cascades to shifting marine life off the coast of Maine, and surprising resilience in Baltimore’s urban forests.
Derrick Z. Jackson: How Boston’s Charles River went from polluted to pristine
What the cleanup tells us about the power of Federal waterway protections.
Derrick Z. Jackson: There’s No Compromising on Science When it Comes to Protecting the Nation’s Rivers and Streams
Unlike the previous administration, the Biden administration must prioritize science and water quality over the demands of big industry.
Jeffrey Harrison: The Light in the Marsh Grass
we gave up trying to explain it, gave ourselves
to it—as if we had ingested some hallucinogen
that opened our eyes to what was there all along