Four Poems
by James Grabill

   A Few Miles into the Century                 At what point did sleep-swimming wake?               Where does being present begin and end?    ... Read More...

The World’s Lungs
by Elizabeth Dodd

By Elizabeth Dodd In the Amazon basin, you feel you are in the center of everything. You are not, of course. But for a while it feels that way. Wet heat above the rivers, trees lifting the water as high as leaves can reach, samaúma, ceiba, kapok, 300 feet up. All around you, moisture rising: more than half of the rainfall along the Amazon returns to the sky, to turn again, falling—warm rain.