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My Oxygen

Fauzi Bin Abdul Majid My oxygen is love My oxygen is joy My oxygen is forgiveness My oxygen is nature My oxygen is togetherness Their oxygen is money Their oxygen is power Their oxygen is war Their oxygen is killing Their oxygen is hate They took my oxygen away, So they can breathe. They killed

This World Is Made for You

dreamcatcher

Darryl Whetung Our spirit isn’t red skin, or light skin, brown skin, white skin Or if we have red hair, brown or black hair, when will the buffalo herd come back here? Are we raven or are we eagle? We are families, we are equals It’s our wigwam, it’s our war song, or the moon that

The Dam Departed

Dam Departed

Teja Jonnalagadda We have fallen so far from where the water fell. There a wall stands now to power dishwashers, curling irons, flat screen TVs, and telephone poles. The fish no longer swim freely. Crawling up step ladders like meticulous marmosets. Flooded the valley floor, to ensure that we can always take more. We have

Mist on the Mountain

Poem by David Rapport

David J. Rapport . Pregnant with Passion Nuances of Nature Permeate our senses Burnish feelings deep within Life and non-life cling to each other, incessantly In Mist on the Mountain Countless Creatures in the Canopy Take the Dance Sunbeams Synchronize Clocks of Cacophony . . < < Previous | Next > > . . David

Reclamation

Sand sculpture by Roxanne Swentzell

Page Lambert They say the traffic in London has killed the song of the nightingale. When they serenade each other, they sound more like the honking of horns, the squealing of brakes, and so the nests lie empty. Yet a coyote sought shelter in a Chicago Starbuck’s last month, the closest thing to a cave

Pinto Beans and Ham Hocks

pinto beans and ham hocks

A reflection by Carrie Ann Barton Science tells us that the sense of smell most strongly sparks our memories and emotions I smell stories I smell reunions I smell tradition I smell anticipation I smell family I smell Love . . Volume 7, Issue 2 | Editorial | Table of Contents | Subscribe | Buy | Donate Carrie Ann Barton is a Certified Mind Body

into this processed woven land

biocultural diversity

by Momoe Malietoa von Reiche In the cool Of morning Moving waters fall Silently seeking Pathways to the sea Blue veined Crisscross a fractured landscape Nervous leftovers of Cultural powerlines that Carved vertical earths Into umbered lakes Reflecting Deceptive silver linings In the sun Shades of a troubled Paradise Lost in camouflaged lushness Azure oceans

Pipelines and the Poetics of Place | Bringing a Fuller Set of Values into Environmental Assessment

by Nigel Haggan Note: Please see YouTube for a video from the 2017 Pipelines and the Poetics of Place event in Vancouver, BC. . . As “tar sands,” the Alberta bitumen deposits are a vector for protest. As “oil sands,” they are hailed as vital to Canada’s economy. The Enbridge Northern Gateway and Kinder Morgan pipeline