By Maria Van Beuren It’s a matter of pulling weeds And laying them down where they can rot And feed the plants you want. When weeds are small, They require you to claw in their dirt, But then you learn to let them grow large And fat on rain and sun— They grow confident, […]
By Alexander Schuhr “Maybe you want to play with him,” the woman says, leading the little girl toward a toddler sitting in the sand. The boy doesn’t need anybody to play with. He is completely absorbed with his task of shoveling sand into a bucket. Nevertheless, this woman seems terribly eager to see her […]
By David Hanlon They are like the sun— all-seeing, blazing down on us from unreachable heights. We can’t look directly at them, for, as tempers flare, they will incinerate our eyes, cast scalding hot rays and finish off our faces. And where can we go? Only the shadows can offer us a home, where we […]
By Karen Shepherd The fireweed flowers push back, clusters pink: defiant color breaking through the grim scorched landscape. Spikes of petals linked to capsules bearing silky seeds that swim through summer smoke, volcanic flow, the bomb’s destruction. Wispy parachutes released by wind, the fluffy strands transport with calm the cells’ reminder that there might be […]
