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The American Dream

By Penny Novack Thinking to myself, daydreaming as I watch Golden bliss slip into my tea, the thought comes, “How would I describe honey for those Who will never see honey?” Just that suddenly, visions of a world bereft Of honey, of songbirds, of ancient groves Take me and I see: We have poisoned our […]

August 21, 2010   Comments Off on The American Dream

Holding A Smaller Seat

By Jim Drescher The Great Eastern Forest is gone. Chopped down, chopped up, ground to a pulp so we can read about the global economy while we wipe our asses on the Great Eastern Forest. Flushing it down the toilet bowl watersheds of our setting sun civilization, we barely give a shit; just call for […]

August 1, 2010   Comments Off on Holding A Smaller Seat

My Cathedral

My cathedral is the forest, The pews are mossy banks; There a scarlet crested parson, Drums insistently his thanks. I have no need of temples Carved in stone by hands of man, My cathedral is the forest, My heaven is the land. My altar is a meadow Thick carpeted with grass; Its roof the vault […]

March 24, 2010   Comments Off on My Cathedral

Ways of Cain

World is a staircase Man has tried to climb — Beasts, stars, the slag of flesh. They served him as ascending steps As he clutched high along the path of his rebel’ous mind. Rebellion or adaptation? From these two ways that creatures earnestly beseech the former is sheer madness (for Nature never yields); Yet who […]

January 14, 2010   Comments Off on Ways of Cain


If I Could feed you light, Set you free In a field Of August vines bearing Sweets — If I Could feed you air, Set you free At mountain peak Mouth blue with berries– Wind — If I Could feed you fire, Set you free To warm a night Of deep woods and stars, Peace […]

November 14, 2009   Comments Off on Legacy


For this hell, For this toll, Gimme an orchard When I’m old. When I’m old, Aged with grief, When I’m tired Of hunchback years… When I’m old, Gimme a treasure, For the scorched years – a cool pleasure… For a fugitive, Give an orchard, To a faceless one, Give a fortune. With no overseers, With […]

October 11, 2009   Comments Off on Orchard

Solstice of the Female Rain

Is anywhere as magnificent, as lovely, as lush As my home? “My home?” I’m no more than an insecure egg In a nest in a tree Which has itself grown through magma and ice Which held mastodon and dragons And not so long ago Was crushed Miles deep by glaciers. I am in awe of […]

June 23, 2009   1 Comment

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

heartlessness to oneself — mutilation as well. has the time for your laziness come? manifest the humaneness, at least, to yourself. make it calm. be relaxed. get the books you have always adored, do not argue with fools of your dole, do not fear if you will be ignored, how to urgently talk, how to […]

June 2, 2009   Comments Off on Yevgeny Yevtushenko

From Russia

This leaf, this withered leaf, Which listlessly downward drifts, Tomorrow will rise again, Will settle on a branch’s sprig This snow, this purest snow, Which lies on the ground still, To the heavens tomorrow will soar, To the stars it will steer This bow-backed, grey-haired man, Like a mirrored light in space, Will come to […]

January 24, 2009   Comments Off on From Russia

Northern Wind

by J. A. Cleminson hard-blowing, ice-throwing northern wind could render me, and mine, asunder yet you, familiar friend of life split to forks before my eyes pass around my naked self touch not my child take on breath, mild and render, your whistling mouth to regions south where my fellows rubbing sleep from eyes emerging […]

January 24, 2009   Comments Off on Northern Wind

The Poetic Aspects of Deep Ecology

The main premise of the poetic paradigm is that the mind has an intimate connection with poetry, which imparts greater meaning to life. This connection has been recognized by many poets and philosophers of the past; however, it is now that their ideas seem vital for raising human consciousness and saving the planet. Writer, poet, and translator Victor Postnikov traces the poetic vision of humanity as a constant struggle for greater consciousness, and shows its relevancy for contemporary society.

August 16, 2008   1 Comment