Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics
To work on behalf of the wild is to restore culture
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
Forests in the tropics are cut to make pasture to raise beef for the American market. Our distance from the source of our food enables us to be superficially more comfortable, and distinctly more ignorant.
A reading is a kind of communion. The poet articulates the semi-known for the tribe.
Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.