A poem that pays homage to trees as our Elders, life-givers, and first teachers. Chang Liu (劉長亭)   Disciple-less, you were dropping bushels of unrecorded wisdom all over the sidewalk in great pulpy explosions.   The owners were away for the summer — not to blame.   Years later, to my microphone a shriveled Ngäbere

Art with a message: we must stand for the trees, so they will stand for us. WORDS AND ART    Barbara Derrick   About the Artwork To many, I’m known as the “Blue Artist.” I created my painting “Trees or Us” from the richest of colors and bluest of blue, to draw viewers telekinetically to

by Hilary Vidalakis . There’s a tiny subculture of place-loving men and women who specialize in burning the land. “Prescribed fire,” they call it, though the term strikes me as arrogant; after three winters spent elbow-deep in the craft, lighting fires across the swamps and mountains and sandhill forests of Georgia, and despite the physical