Plastic floating back and forth, against ocean waves pushing it away from the plant and animal life it has sworn to protect, it crashes against the beach, crushing sand castles left by young children playing in the sun, litter of the ocean, must have come from across the…

MOSSY DEATH There’s a cemetery few have seen; it hides its dead, in the forest. No visitors allowed. Reads the sign.   Apparently when death arrived, no one cared. Piled on top of one another, some do lie, for eternity.   Death cars, you heard me…

This is the first few lines of a famous nature poem, put through the ring cycle of Google Translate (English to Esperanto to Bulgarian to Spanish to Arabic to Urdu to Afrikaans to German to Zulu to Yiddish back to a sort of English to…

The house for generations stood, Gently cared for Now lays abandoned Four decades, that’s where they stayed Where they shared, cried, laughed and played.   Ivy has taken over the south side Growing under the easements Leaving nothing to hide Its covered up the windows…

I feel the need to apologize to the bugs I kill in the house: “Sorry, guy,” ruefully, to the silverfish I squish, his softness a smear on my mint green wall.   Just days ago, I watched a minute ant colony industriously doom itself in the…

What are you doing, little flower? You’re not supposed to be here. This is not the place for your kind. Stone cold concrete is paved here. Small seeds aren’t supposed to grow. The cracks in the sidewalk aren’t your’s. The asphalt boils around here, tiny…

Sinewy tendrils push Apart a crack, Minute and invisible Moving closer to a surface Of air, and water, and sun Tender hairs wiggle Soil into small canals, Stretching out, reaching for Space, and nutrients, and life Spindles of green shoot Upward straight trajectory Toward the…

World over, flowers grew The storys told must be true In colors grand, expansive Now, the seas are black with tar Trash fills what used to be forested Why am I telling you this? Well my little friend, you might save us Your unknown sprout…

From an array of scattered flowers, one by one, the fresh ones are chosen The petals are gently caressed, before placing them in a bouquet With care, the bunch is arranged attractively, ready for display The combined fragrance of the floral selection entices strangers to…

Watching my goldfish, I wonder about his natural habitat imagine his gold tail swishing in crystal clear water, mouth opening and closing on exotic cuisine not flakes of brown, orange and green. They say a goldfish has a 30 second attention span. Terrifying idea, that….