Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together.  Ponce and Wright
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The Hiding Bird In the first pages of my birding field guide there is a section on extinct birds. Birds that you can only see in the pages of a guidebook, birds that won't come back. Hank Green
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Driveway Our driveway in West Virginia was a mile long and pitted, gullied, ridged with great dinosaur spines of shale. Jesslyn Shields
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Lake Solitude A young grizzly bear was playing at the water’s edge fifty yards south of the dock. It was the second grizzly I had ever seen and all I could think about was how bad I had to pee. Ryan Newhouse
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Snowfall Poetics When I start a poem, I start in utter whiteness. Toni Holland
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Stone Girl Dancing If this Zen Master insisted on not making sense, I wasn't going to waste any more time engaging in foolish wordplay. I'd walk instead. Lorianne DiSabato
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brothers on a train listen:
that man with the laptop and that man staring out the window
are brothers
you can tell
by the hook of their noses
Alan Girling
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Distant Beacon Southeastern New Mexico. Mescalero Apaches hunted here. I
travel north, following the Pecos River through plains filled
with cholla and lechuguilla. Lynn Edge
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Constructing an Ecological Self As the only child of a faculty couple, I was "spoiled" in rather unusual ways: my bedroom reeked from the bugs, snakes and field mice that I brought home, but I was never forbidden to bring in more. Jeri Pollock
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Marshfield: A Suburban Fairy Tale Norman Blahuta arrived with a vision, an engineer, and a plan to transform 170 acres of unbuildable swampland into a suburban wonderland. Peggy Duffy
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Spring Snow: Snapshots Spring snow:
last year's stalks of Oswego tea
don fresh caps Dave Bonta
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Balloons, Biker Bars, and Coyote Willows Right now, I am inviting you to New Mexico, to my house in Albuquerque’s North Valley. It has no heat and no swamp cooler, a brown adobe with two picture windows and a leaking skylight. Allison Holt
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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The Satisfaction of Armadillos Aliens, four of them, living footballs rummaging through pine needles. Armadillos. Hank Green
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Walking with Opa I never had to give a reason for asking
him to join me in the woods; he just smiled and said, "Where is my
walking stick?", and he was off, with me hard-put to keep up with him. Miguel Arboleda
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Pinal County, Arizona: Multiplying Damages A redtail hawk returns. Another season is coming. A twin engine sprays above
us. Tonight the humidity will thicken the chemical cocktail seeping into our
air ducts. Margo Tamez
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That Fine Navigation I spy: men changing stealthily under tucked towels, a seagull about to make his move, schoolgirls shrieking in the icicle chill of outdoor rinse-offs, and a woman in black on Capricornia Beach. Ellen Ridyard
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Flow In India, the myths never left the waters. The aqueous spirit flows into thoughts and into Vedas, flows out of epics and into thoughts again. J.A. White
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Four Strands of the Global Harvest Audrey: I sometimes feel
that I must strip out all the things that he can't
possess...
Maahir: She doesn't think I have
roots here. She sees me as a traveller... Kay Sexton
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Black-Throated Blue Encounters with warblers are generally fleeting, and I made no attempt to point the birds out to anyone else. Perhaps I should have. Bernard Quetchenbach
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Cabbage Moths
To mate on the wing,
now that's a trick I want to learn--
Charles Goodrich
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An Inheritance of Potatoes In one of those last years, my grandmother wrote, "What I'd really like to grow again before I die is a hill of potatoes." Beth
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Undone She continued on her way, the rocks cutting a bit more into her feet, or at least, she noticed the pain more now. At the edges of the trees, the day went from light to twilight and fireflies began to thicken in the shadows. Genevieve Jessop Marsh
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Raccoon love Racoon love
in my back yard
keeps me up at night
from the time I close my eyes
till the garbage trucks arrive.
Stefan Catona
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Beware Wolves that Kiss with Tongues I wasn't sure what form this wolf interaction would take, but I assumed that there would be something between the wolves and I; a cage probably, or maybe a few hundred yards. Hank Green
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Rustle the Leaf Rustle is the quintessential reformer...he is courageous, purposeful, and mostly at peace about how it will all come together. Ponce and Wright
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Backyard Scourge They had begun a relentless march through the trembling aspen in our area and now they were invading our yard. A determined column of voracious larvae moved up the trunk of a mature crab apple tree. Its tender-green leaves shivered in the light morning breeze. Linda White
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That Morning in Spring Lupine blue you bruise me,
blithe as summer. Winged Stinger!
Breezing hunt-swung, hot,
haughty, a sun-buzzed curve. Becca Hall
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The Newborn The baby slips down the birth canal and out. It glistens; it glows. Buzzed on adrenaline, it is more fully awake now than it will ever be again . Dave Bonta
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Belonging to Water When they lifted me up from her, a coiled
bud, and laid me in warm water I unfurled -- a flower,
a spring. My father says he held me in the water, and I opened
my eyes and looked around the room all the time it took to
sew my mother up. Becca Hall
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Dreams at the End of Summer. Part 2 The world transforming as a person transforms,
from child to adult, season to season, falling leaves, eggs
to frogs, rich furrows to be loaded with grain upon the
ground. Theresa Kishkan
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Dreams at the End of Summer. Part 1 In August, as the summer vacation ends and my sons leave for university, I have a dream about my daughter, our last child at home. Theresa Kishkan
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Old Man with World The Father of Modern Ecology drove a white Ford Taurus. He owned two of them: identical, but for the wear. Jesslyn Shields
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Stinging Nettles I'm here for nettles, for a spring
slumgullion of bitter herbs, and the edges
of swampy ex-river bottoms
are where to go with gloves on and rose snips. Charles Goodrich
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Fences The latest self-help books delight in quoting Robert Frost: /"Good fences make good neighbors./" Of course, it/"s a misquote. Frost was questioning our practice of continuing to repair rigid boundaries that are kept in place when we don/"t stop and question the traditions of our culture. Janine DeBaise
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The Ficus in my Shower The thing in my shower is dying. It has become inflexible and brittle in parts that were soft, and squishy and malleable in parts tht were hard. Its skin is loose and pulling away from its body. There is a thick sweetness to the smell of my shower; the ficus has begun to decay. Hank Green
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