Nearly Blind Rust Belt Blues

Nearly Blind Rust Belt Blues

Nearly Blind Rust Belt Blues No one warned me that the smokestacks, skyscraper guts, and starless nights could turn my gaze so steely. Carp leapt from green water to smack the flanks of coal barges hauling the corpses of ancient ones who never asked to be cremated....
Welcome to the Anthropocene

Welcome to the Anthropocene

In medias res Alas poor child, you’re born in medias res — the stage is set with swirling depictions of a globe in panic, small rainbow-colored frogs hopping into oblivion, a scene of smoggy atmospheres, vast gyres of plastic churning in the ocean, Scylla...
We are waiting it out

We are waiting it out

Mountain sleeps with her back to us; tender dip of neck, shoulder dark head full of dreams. We are waiting it out she whispers till all of you go. — Rachael Clyne Photograph by me.

Climate Change Science Haiku

Seattle-based oceanographer Greg Johnson is usually processing data from Argo floats–instruments in the ocean that measure things like ocean temperature, salinity, and density. But after reading the 5th IPCC Report that was published in 2013, he found himself...