I Am One With the Lake by Phoenix Rayne
The horse stepped on me and took off three of my toenails. I remember gooey puss and blood for weeks. I think my toes recovered ok.
The horse stepped on me and took off three of my toenails. I remember gooey puss and blood for weeks. I think my toes recovered ok.
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.
When I use the word unravel to describe the effect of human actions on Earth’s living systems, I’m invoking the metaphor of the web of life.
Today was the first day it really felt like spring, but spring doesn’t carry quite the same relief as it usually does
Oh, hello. You must be new here. First off, Iowa is weather and corn.
They do not know day from night, under the screaming lights, but when the men leave and the bulbs go out, they dream.
The elephant collapses, shaking the ground, his rhythmic breath coming in “long rattling gasps.” The officer fires again.
We drive through the parking area and continue down to the pond. There’s not another soul anywhere to be seen or heard.
But as I look around at everyone in my house, I realize we all look the same.
There are days when I can’t look at death in the face. Today was one of those and I didn’t know