forest
bathing I slowly become a tree
Mona Bedi
blinking
cursor —
the things I leave
unsaid
Mona Bedi
forest
bathing I slowly become a tree
Mona Bedi
blinking
cursor —
the things I leave
unsaid
Mona Bedi
in
pursuit
of a butterfly
my whole life
Tony Williams
thistle
it’s
obvious
you don’t want a hug
Tony Williams
Anthropocene
the
hard-edged debate
on plastic rock
Pravat Kumar Padhy
forest
poem a child rhymes green and green
Pravat Kumar Padhy
do we remember
hot summers and cold winters
from our childhood?
talking about rain or shine
isn’t
like it used to be
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont