Mary Szybist
We were wandering a vast tundra

firestretching to the Arctic shore—

wandering through smoke rising

from peat and deep snow, moving

toward a black ocean but so

slowly I never felt closer to it.

On it goes. Good morning.

Yes, that's my hand stroking your neck

even if neither of us can feel it.

You were an arm's length away

when I looked up and saw it

wasn't you I'd taken with me into

the dream—even if you looked just like you.

Smoke exhaled us. We grew

thirstier. One of us

prayed. One of us said how

we're part of a mind that's changing

hundreds of times faster than in

any previous extinction. I didn't know,

in the tundra, when we were

walking, or when we had laid ourselves down.

We were trying to hear if there was anything

left to creep toward us. Anything

besides the fire. And when the moon

asked, we said yes,

like bread. We ate our ash like bread.
from the journal FONOGRAF EDITIONS 
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“More light and light—more dark and dark our woes!” says Shakespeare's insufferable but not incorrect Romeo to Juliet during their single dawn together.  In this poem, I was channeling my own Juliet-of-the-aftertimes.

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"The laconic and the ironic are inseparable in Rachel Mannheimer's vivid debut, Earth Room. Crossing Montana, one poem ends: 'We were in the basin / of the Big Hole River but I don't know / about the hole itself, whether it was behind us.' Not only does it refuse the epiphanic ending, leaving us abruptly, but it dusts that suddenness with the irony of a 'big hole,' of any sort, in pandemic-era twenty-first century America."

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Billy-Ray Belcourt (Driftpile Cree Nation, Alberta) on Ecopoetry Now 

"On the coast of Lesser Slave Lake, some of the Canadian government's most brutal forms of colonial oppression played out. I wonder what it means for a lake to be witness to all of it. In a way, that trauma is inscribed in the lake's ontological fabric. But, more importantly, I see the lake as proof of my people's indomitability. The lake precedes the political project of Alberta, of Canada; it precedes the concept of the settler state. The lake has been and continues to be a locus of Cree livability."
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