How Trees Can Save Us
Introduction Alick Bartholomew, author of The Spiritual Life of Water, describes four geologic periods when forests thrived on this planet. The first was the Carboniferous, 350 million years ago, when land vertebrates established. The second was the Jurassic, 170 million years
Two Poems By Chukwuma Ndulue
Pilgrim Tomorrow flirts with promises and only you know why you are most comfortable pawing at old notes, replaying scenes of disaster. Realize, there are no ports-of-call with sleep-worthy plastic chairs. Your prayers have become
A Poem By Sarah Sala
No one ever asked me if I liked being called Pluto When Pluto was a planet, X got detention for keeping their eyes open during prayer. They wondered, are all grandmas named Dorothy? Their voice became a mind no one else could hear. When no
Our Explosive Digital Future – an Internet Pioneer’s Vision
BOOK REVIEW: “The Third Wave - An Entrepreneur’s Vision of the Future” by Steve Case When Steve Case’s book came out on 5 April 2016 (publisher: Simon & Schuster), it was an immediate New York Times and Wall Street Journal sensation,
‘The Refusal Of Work’
"THE REFUSAL OF WORK: THE THEORY & PRACTICE OF RESISTANCE TO WORK" by David Frayne, 270 pages, Zed Books (2015) Is work a joy or something we, like Dolly Parton in her hit single, must do each day from 9 to
A Poem By Matthew Girolami
Transfixed after Chris Burden You want to be bound, in amber, fixed with pins: your spine the concave of a convex mirror. If only we were closer to the sun, it could take the gold from your body, though still you’d be staked to the board. I suppose this
A Poem By Frank Alvarez
Pond I found my hurt at the center of the universe which is always in front of my face. The drug that hugs me to sleep can keep me from it; an inkling of the nothing happening around, and who can say we are not half as
Juan Jerez and the Language of Photography
When looking at an artist's work, it's always interesting to wonder who they are and what motivates them. For most artists, we are left with only our own speculation, a guess that might point in the right direction, but that