Rise and shine, Earth Your beauty is Marvelous, Earth The pollution, Earth It has destroyed you Yes, my child I am damaged The destruction mocks my beauty My wild prairies My frost kisses, here and there My cool, spring breezes My autumn leaves My yellow daffodils, just bloomed They have no respect, Earth Not for you, Earth Not for your scenery, Your wetlands, Your rainforests, You, Earth It will end, my child When all of my human beings decide to end it.

White Agapanthus Some years ago I began photographing exotic tropical hibiscus blooms to catalog my collection. Part of the appeal in growing these beauties is cross pollinating to create new cultivars. I wanted a catalog of my collection so that I could keep a record of which blooms were crossed and what offspring they produced. In that way I could have an idea of whether specific colored flower parents would produce a certain color offspring. You see exotic tropical hibiscus are not true breeders. Even if you were to pollinate a bloom with its own pollen you would not get…

surge protector hook up shook up and bypassed straight to the outlet at logic’s upheaval to sacrifice security for a higher rate of retrieval, buying the power sight unseen– is it safe, is it clean? the generator gleans every cell for total objectification… warning bells drown out by praises of connection signaling perfection though a wall still subsides, separates, divides. the fuse might blow in a dignified sublimation, cremation… scattering sparks of anticipation, elation, total emancipation…

connected? when I turn my head right before I know you’ll look and you see a window to me? no, you see, I say our relation is fixed! no, i do not take responsibility, because we are both an equal part of a + b = c where a is you, and b is me, and c is what we become from one another or what we take away (i from you, you from me) on our way to solvent, or solve, or possibly dissolve, to see what we can make out of unequal charges. but, if we both hold…

Charles admits that this is a crass ripoff of Yeat’s “Against Unworthy Praise.” He was compelled to write this, after reading “Peas in Space.“ In space, eat no peas, because Your ventilators break And oh two surely pause Being for a pea-freak’s sake. Enough the pea-paste seemed, Which did your strength renew, But dream J. Cohen dreamed Till the astronauts cried aloud, A secret of menu new, For eating above the clouds. What, still you would have their peas! And floats a nastier mess, Persists in the air for days Subjecting the crew to stress; And how what his dreaming…

What Terry was supposed to be doing was researching the anti-bacterial properties of squid eggs. That’s what his master’s thesis was about, and it was also the reason he had received a $25,000 grant from the Teuthis Foundation. But Terry had a side project. He was running the Circus Minimus in his little lab in the BioSci Building at the University of British Columbia. His lab was stuffed with vats full of squid in various stages of their life cycles. Eggs, larvae, and egg-laying adults. Mostly of the California squid, Loligo opalescens, but a couple of other species as well.…