By Michael Simms
It turns out you can kill the earth, Crack it open like an egg. It turns out you can murder the sea,...
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- By Padma VenkatramanThink how many long years this tree waited as a seed for an animal or bird or wind or rain to maybe ...
- By Margarita EngleNewsmen call it the Cuban Missile Crisis. Teachers say it's the end of the world. At school, they instruct...
- By Amy E. SklanskyUniverse Galaxy Solar System Planet Continent Country State City Me
- By Amy E. Sklansky
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for the world. - By Marilyn NelsonHybridization, cross-breeding, evolution: He takes to new theories like a puppy takes to ice cream. ...
- By Marilyn NelsonArachis Hypogaea may have been smuggled to North America by slaves who hid seeds of survival in their hair. Despite...
- By Walt WhitmanWhen I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,...
- By Kenn NesbittWillie had a stubborn wart upon his middle toe. Regardless, though, of what he tried the wart refused...
- By Neal LevinBaby ate a microchip, Then grabbed a bottle, took a sip. He swallowed it and made a beep, And now he...
- By Carrie FountainWhen you were building the i-10 bypass, one of your dozers, moving earth at the center of a great pit...
- By Steven SchnurUp beyond the Night sky, an Indigo darkness like Velvet Embraces the farthest Reaches of the mind, Sun...
- By Joyce SidmanI. Spring We burst forth, crisp green squads bristling with spears. We encircle the pond. II. Summer...
- By Jane YolenI am the Earth And the Earth is me. Each blade of grass, Each honey tree, Each bit of mud, And stick...
- By J. Patrick LewisThat afternoon in mid-July, Two pilgrims watched from distant space The moon ballooning in the sky. ...
- By Joyce Sidmansun sunwarm sunwarm on back sunwarm on back legs sunwarm on back legs loosens my heart my heart beats...
- By Joyce SidmanI grow in places others can’t, where wind is high and water scant. I drink the rain, I eat the sun; ...
- By Joyce SidmanSun slant low, chill seeps into black water. No more days of bugs and basking. Last breath, last sight...
- By Leslie BulionIt's a bug's world of intrigue and mystery, with humans a blip in their history. So when insects flitter...