There was a photographer –I read about him –who went to the wetlandsto photograph a bird,a red winged blackbirdearly enough in the morningto catch the bird’s breath And of course this is wherehe came – the edge of theworld, land foundering inthe notion of ownershipas if anything wildcan actually be owned But it is hereContinue reading “The Morass”
Category Archives: Environment
Christmas in Ecuador
Darwin thought he was uglyAmblyrhynchus cristatus*this agile swimmerwith a diet of algaebut oh how they light upnear each otherlike a tree in glorywith a star on topmating brings out thejewels they trulyare in this place wherethe two legged beastHomo sapiens thatbreeder of malevolencehas barely tried to live Seems water might benecessary after all –not optionalContinue reading “Christmas in Ecuador”
Hyperthermophile*
If I were a betting womanmy money would be on youresident of Old Faithfullingerer on a deep-sea venttolerant of Death Valley I betyou are doing just fine in Salem,Oregon June of 2021 I doubtthis weather is phasing youat all, minute though you arenaked to my eye so smallbut fierce like the vireodefending her eggs fromContinue reading “Hyperthermophile*”
In the time of rain and dust
This is the place to beor so say those nerdyfolks who watchthe sun, dig at treeroots, study the fish,this land where thepeople change fromBedouins to skippersin days, years,minutes – in the landwhere snow disappearsinto hoax like it neverwas This is where wildfiresdevour fewer homesheat domes don’t settlewires do not meltwhere lungs, livers andhearts stand aContinue reading “In the time of rain and dust”
Living on the coast of drama
It sure is addictivethe constant pressureto one-upman-uppush the extra weightoff this water boundairshipinto the thicket ofbramble and gatorsnake at the readyvenom constantliving canwear a personplum out and that’s the pointof coursebury me in thedowntrodden seaso I neverspeak again my voice is justa rat gnawingat that broken-down consciousof yours but even a midgehas to eator howContinue reading “Living on the coast of drama”
Creating Eden
The brown marmosetstink bug restsupon my deckrigid in anticipationas Isweep him intoa pail ofsoapy water I could of coursecrush himsqueeze out thevery juice of himbut they aren’t calledstink bugs byaccident tending a gardenisn’t easy but when the monarchsits against apuddle of waterand the finchesmunch on echinaceaseeds and the toadscurries beneath thefallen leavesoh my heavenshe isContinue reading “Creating Eden”
1619
Money will follow a lieorthe lie follows the moneytake your pickboth are true When a child is separatedfrom his mother inTexas or Arizona orwhereverknow that the gun soldsouth to a drug lord inGuatemala or El Salvador orwhereverthis is the linkthis – the gun Follow the money thatfollows the lie orthe lie that follows themoneytake yourContinue reading “1619”
World’s edge*
It’s the sort of thingyou fall in love withthis bit of earththis wisp of landso narrow and thin youonly notice itwhen you fall and they know youare there of course –the geese –they give notice before the wigeons lift abovethe wood ducks cry in alarmand the ring-necks merelyfloat away where the goldeneyeswhistle in the springandContinue reading “World’s edge*”
The ghouls conspire/ The women gather
The merchants of war but I love the world issue decrees, how it used to be when sycophants plot Continue reading “The ghouls conspire/ The women gather”
Song for Mitch
If I could give you anything it would be a world filled with toads and frogs hopping all around you, warts and all everything amphibian is what I wish for you – I leave the leaves in winter so spring can bring the croak and hop this I do for you, hoppity hop. TheContinue reading “Song for Mitch”
Anne's mediocre poetry 