Poems
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i want to stay/i want to go/the universe is asking for me to come home
By Fig Russon-Jorgensen(is this what it feels like?)
i have to ask
because i have not seen -
Listening to Trees
By Jacqueline SuskinI press my forehead against
an old growth redwood trunk,
twisted bark like thick fur
the color of rust. I step inside -
Budj Bim (Mount Eccles)
By DidirriWhat a strange misunderstanding: to view the forest as separate
from anything else we hold dear.
The forest is not someplace to visit,
nor is it a museum piece to be preserved.