Has the sun become our unattainable star? Is our darkness extending too far? Is our ozone layer beyond all repair? It seems our governments forgot how to climb stairs. The majority of us are caringly in despair. Who’s out there, with a full sail of fresh air? Editor: Erynn Crittenden

  Before I could feel my fever rising.My head was screaming,and I was freezing-despite global warming. Sharp sheets of rainswept through my fuzzy brain,with a little picture of everything. Between Perhaps it was the fever.Perhaps it was the mist.But it felt surreal to be on cloud nine,above the World’s awesome alpines. Beyond I had never ...

I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my return from the coldI am a log burning up with glee I am this sinking boat, about to flee.I am this desert, far as the eye can see.Why am I so ...

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