The Marshall Islands

Meet the canary for coal mine Earth: the Marshall Islands. Forty minutes of your time will be well spent with this documentary.

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Crows’ Breakfast

a true story on Greenleaf Avenue:

The street was in an uproar. A mob surrounded the tree. Foul-mouthed sparrows, get-off-my-lawn robins and cardinals, starlings from as far away as the next blocks over, grackles, even a few rock doves: for the two offenders were clearly visible in the not fully foliated oak. I joined the mob and looked up.

One crow shifted uneasily on its branch. The surrounding mob might be evaded, deterred, out run, but humans are dangerously unpredictable. This was getting to be more than the crow had figured: “I was only along for the ride.”

A few branches below, the second crow regarded me impassively, a dead hatchling held firmly beneath one claw. The crow shrugged. “Breakfast,” it said, and dug in.

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Apocalypse Rhyme by Oliver Harrison

Happy Earth Day?

If this were on the printed page, the form would be called “concrete poetry” — with some irony, I guess, as the production of cement is a major human source of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. But this? Video poetry? I’m inclined to be sullenly dogmatic and insist that anything not meant to be performed ought to be called something other than poetry, even if it’s really good…

28 thoughts on trees

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Artists of the Wall
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