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Showing posts with label lichen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lichen. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 07, 2026

RESTING ON A ROCK AT 8000 FEET WHEN IT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN SO HOT IN MARCH

an abecedarian
by Malinda Miller




The record-breaking heatwave scorching the US west [in March] would have been “virtually impossible” if not for the climate crisis... caused primarily by the burning of fossil fuels. —The Guardian, March 20, 2026

Above the steep riverbank, no snow or ice in sight,
 
below a craggy granite face, I’m
 
cracked open by 
 
determination to understand 
 
evolution. Not 
 
from where, how, why —
 
grand theories
 
honed in academic halls, no — more
 
incipient answers to questions I’m afraid to ask.
 
Junipers surround me, trunks gnarled, twisted,
 
knobby—able to survive relentless heat, intense winds, scarcity of water. 
 
Lichen, among the oldest of living things on Earth, 
 
mossy green, burnt orange and yellow on barren rock 
 
near my dusty backpack and boots, colonized here long before us. 
 
Other foliage and organisms are not so hardy—nor am I—left 
 
parched from a winter of too much wind and too little moisture;
 
questioning, can damage causing climate change be
 
reversed? What’s next? Can we adapt?
 
Should we expect a 
 
tumultuous future full of
 
unforeseen consequences?
 
Verdant seasons may become rare. This we must accept.
 
We’re not as resilient as juniper or lichen. With limited water, only 
 
xeric organisms will survive. Of this planet’s 4.5 billion years, in
 
yardsticks of time, humans are a blip. If, when, will we become 
 
zero, zip, zilch?
 

Malinda Miller is a writer, teacher and editor who is most at home on Weston Pass in Colorado or in the Nevada desert where her family had a ranch just off Highway 50, aka the Loneliest Highway in America. Her poetry and personal essays have appeared in A Poetic Inventory of Rocky Mountain National Park, Ecotone, Think, the Mountain Gazette, the Colorado Sun, the Coloradan, and others. At Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop, she teaches youth classes and community outreach workshops. She has a MFA in creative writing from Western State Colorado University and a MA in journalism from CU Boulder.

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

A COLOR THEORY

by Lynda Gene Rymond




Nearly unnameable colors press upon my heart. The silver-brown of Diego’s eyes, his rectangle
goat pupils glow with benevolent courage, the green-violet thumbs of asparagus erupting from
sandy soil, chaste lavender-pink of my cold fingers wielding the root knife. Lapis-tanzanite of
swallow wings and peach-buff of their underbellies. Sanguine-scarlet heads of the British soldier
lichen devour the log ends of our cedar gates, the viridian-onyx feathers of Pirate Jenny and
Halfpint as they scratch spent hay and devour the umber-gray scattering pill bugs. A threat-black
military transport flies low over my husband as he strides in his bee suit to a wind-thrown hive.
War is not here but its cogs and hammers now tense and click in every zone. My neighbor’s
poultry, gold-glinting as pocket-watches, are loosed like a dare to red-tailed hawks and sooty-
legged foxed, yet they live this day. If I could grip this small colorless invisible peace, could break
and pass it like honey-dripped bread to those who might not taste such again. Even now the
bees find red maple flowers and fly the pollen home in scarlet-orange bundles. Bundles. So many 
carrying bundles.


Lynda Gene Rymond has been runner-up for Bucks County Poet Laureate in 2019 and 2021 and a finalist in 2020. She has poetry appearing in the Schuylkill Valley Journal, Heron Tree Review, U.S. 1 Worksheets, and the anthology Carry Us to the Next Well (Kelsay Books, 2021.) Her short story “Turn, Turn” won the 2020 Pennwriters short story competition. She authored the children’s books The Village of Basketeers and Oscar and the Mooncats (Houghton Mifflin). She lives on Goblin Farm in Applebachsville, Pa.