by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
by Emily Eddins You could have gone on indefinitelyIf it weren’t for usAll you seals, sea lions, walrusesLooking for the melted iceYou used to breed on, sleep on, nurse onWe took thatConsider yourself evictedIt won’t be coming back Sorry we didn’t invite you to theclimate change mitigation conferenceSorry we forgot…
by Emily Eddins Do you know what it is To miss the soft touch of rain Stroking your roof Like the calm reassuring hand Of your dead mother On your fevered brow Holding a cool glass of water To your parched lips Hard and cracking like Drought-packed dirt Hugging defeated…