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quenntis-ashby's picture
Feb.18.2011
Sitting here with the wind as company We speak of rustling things Dying leaves whisper as they scrape a living off the road Dust and grit head for hidden corners and the privacy of edges Trash of the carelessly forgotten kind contort into bullied shapes And our voices are carried before they fade...
stephen-pearl's picture
Sep.17.2010
An examination of sustainable energy technologies from solar panels to methane-composting, sewage-treatment plants and the parts they can play in saving our society.  The above is a panel discussion I’ve suggested for the Ad Astra Science Fiction Convention. The title says it all and offers hope...
stephen-pearl's picture
Aug.16.2010
This series of enviromental blogs is based on research I did for my novel, Tinker’s Plague, published by Draumr  Publishing, as well as information I’ve gleaned over many years of interest in environmental technologies. Like most of the answers that present themselves to the problems of human...
mariette-ana-papic's picture
Jul.23.2010
The joys of singing of the rain, of the stars, of the mystery of life somehow seem obscured. There is a sense that the planet we know will never again be worthy of songs of joy but those of beseeching or denial. The most important thing is not to hide inside our houses or within the stream of media...
len-boswell's picture
Jul.22.2010
AIR: Admit it, you couldn’t live without me. FIRE: I take what I need and nothing more. AIR: So that’s how it’s going to be? You’re just going to keep using me? FIRE: It’s what I do. Just ask Earth. AIR: What does she have to do with this? EARTH: Hey, don’t invite me to her pity party. FIRE: Come...
pam-chun's picture
Jul.21.2010
We Keiki O Ka Aina, children of Hawaii, are taught that everything in nature, the air, water, earth, trees, rocks, plants, and all living things are alive.  Because of this, I feel my stories are gifts from nature.  When I am home in the San Francisco Bay area, the wind that whistles through the...
carol-fuller's picture
Jul.21.2010
"As I look out my clear, square, larger than normal upstairs window where I write, I see the earth, wind, rain, and sometimes fire from my neighbors when they burn leaves and trash." The sentence is so bad, it makes me cringe as I am sure it would any reader.  Putting aside the obvious,...
len-boswell's picture
Jul.21.2010
 Fire, Air, Earth, Water. Elements. Gods. You need go no further than newspaper headlines to see the evidence of their raw power over us. For me, it was reports of a Sumatran village being buried by mud slides triggered by wind-whipped rains and a magnitude 7.6 earthquake in the fall of 2009. More...
phibby-venable's picture
Jul.21.2010
Opacity of Green Boughs The opacity of the green boughs where I sit, filter out the rainbow's quiet descent. I find my own safe comfort from the rain. A coven of trees enough to keep me dry. The rain a downpour crystalized by sun. I feel the need to sleep, but I stay propped, against the largest...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Jan.17.2010
My best friend died on the morning of New Years Eve day.  I had been with her a few days earlier, told her I loved her, told her goodbye as I hugged her. I was numb with grief.  The next few days before her funeral I stumbled through my days sometimes screaming at her, "Peggy come back, Peggy...