“Eurhynchium oreganum,” a hardy little moss poem, went live at Reality Hands today.
See also a batch of new moss poems in Yalobusha Review 25—it’s been a good day for moss.
Five more Antarctica pieces (some of the last in the series) are in the world today, courtesy of Heavy Feather Review.
I am utterly in love with Territory and all they do. Issue IV is just out and I’m in it, with a generous excerpt of the Antarctica project. Stay warm.
The really kind folks at Fog Machine have published six moss poems today. I’m a huge fan of their new chain-letter publishing model and delighted to see the moss spreading.
Oldish news for some but not all: Five Points’s fall issue was an all flash-fiction issue, and guest editor Josh Russell picked four of my stories to be in it. The issue also features folks like Stuart Dybek, Pamela Painter, and Michael Martone, so I feel incredibly fortunate to be in such good company.
A generous selection of eleven Poems About Moss went up last night at ICHNOS, a project of Unwin-Dunraven Literary Ecclesia.
In this strange moment of stuff-I-wrote-before-the-election-appearing-after-the-election, I’ve been thinking about what moss poems are for now. Where I’m at: moss poems are about valuing lifeforms that are not human, avoiding the self-centeredness (and species-centeredness) that leads us to do so much violence to the world around us without thinking twice about it.
Here is Robin Wall Kimmerer in Gathering Moss: “But mosses don’t usually have common names, for no one has bothered with them.” Bothering with moss means bothering with what we don’t normally take time to see. This attentiveness applies to other lifeforms as well as to other people and to systems that connect and/or separate us invisibly. Paying attention to systems of meaning that are not the ones we are used to is how we expand and become better instead of worse. Even something as small as moss is part of that.