Blue indicates many notions, more chaotically, heightening the euphoria and dysphoria of a relationship to the independent entity of nature. “The Blue Book:” encompasses a lesson learned from a peaceful world, the loudest voice.
The Blue Book
Nature
Greed
This poem exemplifies how human greed destroys the planet, and the beings that have nothing to do with humans’ actions are the ones who suffer.
my january, my silvermist
Odes to the greenery in my house that keep me constantly conflicted.
Negativity & Change-Making in Education
So often we spend the time we set aside in our mind for “activism” on negativity. But lately I’ve realized the need for the positive and negative — these essay and video excerpts.
Yesterday I saw a double rainbow
The speaker relishes nature and human connection…
Tangerine Sun
My goal for the summer of 2022 was to ride a bike in Manhattan’s Midtown/Lower East Side. While writing other pieces, I was inspired to replenish a childhood dream I did not continue.
Mother Nature
A mother should never suffer at the hands of her child, so what are we doing to our mother?
Baby Chick
When my sister left for college, she left behind a learning experience for me, one that resulted in a flock of lifelong companions.
<8 year old>
A poem about witnesses who have kept their mouths shut.
Blackout
This poem is a climate-change activism piece that follows mother nature’s crystalized tears as they pelt down on Earth, causing a blackout in a hospital where a guilt-ridden man awaits death.
GUARDIANS OF THE SPIRITUAL GIFT
The fantasy land of Catrossau, Oseka in 434 BD tells the story of travelers struggling to survive making their living by killing demons. This tells the story of an unlikely group of people working together.
stolen thunder
We see these grand beasts working so hard trying to survive and provide for their families, but with one bullet, hunters and poachers can kill them and all of their life’s efforts.
white with a hint of lavender
My fear of snow was like someone else’s fear of darkness. I now find the snow to be a good subject for metaphors which I explore in this piece.
A House Sparrow’s Song
Even within a crowd, one can discover wings.
We Slink into the Wilderness
This piece chronicles a drive upstate across the Taconic, feeling each bend in the road, looking for familiar trees out of my window.