a Christmas bear hungry, looking for food, not fat enough yet to hibernate, bear is out prowling on Christmas eve when she should be curled up in a den of tree...
WATER BIRDS The common loon doesn't know how common it is & so it fishes with a flare Diving with a snap then breaking the surface some time & distance away ...
Hellbender Press, East Tennessee's Environmental Journal, has resumed publication after an 18 month hiatus. Ray Zimmerman's poems "Reincarnation," "Cranes,"...
a few tunes fossilized bones hidden in badlands t-rex retired there long ago there were no trailer parks back then the land was considerably wetter now you...
Waiting Out Winter Clear and cold as cats' eyes Idaho nights wring all obscurity from the skies: obsidian, ice-light, half a moon. Bear's had a belly-full-- ...
The meek are the finches they go peep peep peep and they hide inside my bushes when a kitty comes to creep The meek are shaggy poodles who wag at everyone and...
california, ark the state is a giant ark, with abalone, sea otters, kelp forests, redwoods, sequoias, madrone, oak trees, manzanita, and the ubiquitous...
Solstice, 2009 The hens cluck Like chickens. The goat’s bawl and cry, The pig grunts like Hard liquor On a Rendezvous Saturday night. The grizzly wonder, ...
Think ZZ Topp, Then read. A cold wind blows, Over the dark mist at night. Her body twist translucent, Like the edge of a knife. You can hear a wolf howling, ...
Howl Startled at first, you think something Is being killed. Some poor maimed creature Needs help in the night, and all this yelping Is a last stab before it...
once upon a time on the planet once upon a time on the planet, there was a species given to illusion, multiplying, magnifying mass confusion, once upon a time...
http://deoxy.org/bewilderness.htm Bewilderness by John Moore From Anarchy and Ecstasy, Visions of Halcyon Days <http://deoxy.org/audio/bewilder.ram>...
Hawks Surely, you too have longed for this -- to pour yourself out on the rising circles of the air to ride, unthinking, on the flesh of emptiness. Can you...
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird By Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955) I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II...
MERRY CHRISTMAS from: diwja *Twas the month before Christmas* *When all through our land,* *Not a Christian was praying* *Nor taking a stand.* *See the PC...
TO TELL THE TRUTH I would like to tell the truth the whole truth & nothing but the truth but what if so help me the truth can`t be spoken only lived? What if...
how to become a poet worth reading exercise your poetic muscles every day. do it for years. work out at the poet's gym on the sonnet machine, the haiku bike, ...
How 16 ships create as much pollution as all the cars in the world By Fred Pearce Last updated at 10:13 PM on 21st November 2009 * Comments (76) * Add to My...
The day after Thanksgiving the rain has turned to snow how pristine the whiteness of it all after the bloody trail the roast beast left behind; and today is...
The following is a song by Earth First! musician Robert Hoyt. Robert is retired so you won't be able to actually hear him sing it, unless you're lucky enough...
Thank you for reading Dance to the Apocalypse. Photos included in the blog version... joey Dance to the Apocalypse by joey racano   EarthSourceMedia...
an Aurora Borealis night 1. in the kingdom of the night the wonder of wonders happens what dreams may come to steal our breath, to rise above the temptation ...
is there a day after or what tastes like cranberried truth? The day after Thanksgiving the rain has turned to snow how pristine the whiteness of it all after...
THIS WIND STORM This wind storm won't be satisfied until it touches everything that's not buried in this town To me the wind is howling but to the trees it is...
Lament for the Makers by W.S. Merwin I that all through my early days I remember well was always the youngest of the company save for one sister after me from...
SQUIRRELLY When I was younger my idea of how to spend a sweltering summer afternoon was to sit cross-legged under a tree with my back against the trunk reading...
Hillbilly Myth Poem, of note of course. The earth trembles Spider momma scurries Along her web Calls to young-uns Bring long slumbers To an end. In the trailer...
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