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art by Carl Trägårdh

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What if - and how does the world change - if plants and animals are literal angels sent here to teach us. What if the most selfless of angels are hiding in the most minute forms? The most selfless disguise themselves as gnats, spiders, worms, dandelions, “weeds”. They know humans will dismiss them, but they show up anyway. They have a message to convey that they will risk their mortal facade for. Perhaps doing so again and again and again. Are we even prepared to decode it? I am aware how painfully anthropocentric this concept may be but yet I would not fault a robin for making Turdus migratorious the center of his world. What would happen if we started listening?

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art by Anna Seed

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loved your closed your eyes to god writing !!! just a nerd here who would like to say that it's not a haiku haha because it's not in 5-7-5 but i thought the imagery was amazing <3

Thank you so much! From my general understanding of poetry journals and publications, the term haiku has been "modernized" to include poems that aren't syllable restricted because of the idea that English does not lend itself as well to that structure as Japanese does. Instead, I believe non-traditional haikus follow the three line structure and emphasis on imagery!

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While reading a sample of John Philip Newell’s The Great Search, I had a profound moment of a personal truth reflected - a moment of validation for this poem I’ve had tucked against my ribs. In this sample, Newell shares with the reader his cerebrations on the work of Thomas Berry, a Catholic priest and “geologian”, as Berry describes himself. “It is not just our lungs and bodies that are damaged by particle and light pollution in the cities,” Newell says, “to not be able to see the stars is a deprivation of our inner world, a loss of wonder, and thus a diminishing of our imagination and the ability to remember our origins in the heavens and to dream our way forward into new beginnings on Earth.” I had what felt like the emotional reaction equivalent to the Leonardo DeCaprio meme. I’ve been thinking about it since and have consequently pulled this haiku out from between my ribs. Pardon me if it’s still a bit wet.

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I love you birdsong before sunrise. I love you rain washed sky. I love you green, green grass. I love you sidewalk puddles. I love you blooming magnolias. I love you frolicking rabbits. I love you Spring.

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art by Felicitas Kuhn

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art by Rien Poortvliet