We're losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet's health and our own.

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.

Above all, we ask the poet to teach us a way of seeing.

The visual image is a kind of tripwire for the emotions.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?