Dicksonia Antarctica
The Tree Fern I once had a Tree Fern (Dicksonia Antarctica) For many, many years my First view each morning From our upstairs window. Beautiful, sweeping fronds So elegant…
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A Weekend on Mars
This Moment In Time Just when the crescent moon appeared. When the ailanthus shivered. When a heron shook its feathery crown and the little wheel turned inside the…
Canta de mí Sangre
Unabashed Creek bed: clear green washes all stones un-rough in smooth grip when the light spills and it is mid-week, no one is aware skins shed. Trees strip slipping…
Entrained Rhythms
I: Aretha I’ve just moved to Uppsala, Sweden, where at first I knew no-one, apart from my old friend Kalle, who with characteristic kindness invited me to go see Amazing…
Editorial: Rhythm
From the impact of clocks on notions of time, to the effects of computers, trains and planes on experiences of modern life, rhythm – in various forms and ways –…
Mapping Edge
Mapping Edge Finger touched mapped faded edge, unending ink black shaped lines, tracing hillsides I walked as a child. Black tufted strokes, old rough pastures, where curlews once…
Hommes sous Hommes
In 2005, I went to Palestine for three weeks with my parents, my wife and our daughter, aged two. We were invited to carry out workshops with young artists and…
From A Queer Ornithology
For those who delight more in the seed of things, I can say that these poems investigate queer, genderfluid indigeneity, and interspecies-relational philosophy through deep observation of wild birds.
Museum: Ursus americanus
On birches, bears, and the birth of farm animals: three new poems by Todd Davis.
A Place Older than People
New poetry of rocks and pigeons by Anne Haven McDonnell with accompanying work by artist Deborah Westmancoat.
Open call: Root Mapping
There is no map to the place we are going. We will be lost for a good, long time. — Eva Saulitis, Becoming Earth (2016) Between Vermont’s…