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​The Eco-dementia Project – poems, photographs, mixed media (2016-2019)
​        (def.)  ē-kō də-men(t)-sh(ē)ə  –  condition of humanity; a love of the living world while causing and suffering its destruction.

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Eco-dementia (Wayne State University Press, 2017)
​    "Eco-dementia is not nature poetry, but an immersive language in the tangle of the living world."



​Explosions in the sanctuary


                                By the time you think weaponry
                                the blood-script of tall grass,
                                which must have been quick
                                razor-cuts criss-crossing
                                your arms, red lines of A’s
                                and X’s and Y’s, and for all that
                                so little pain, by the time you see 
                                letters they’re already erasing, 
                                smeared, but it’s very clear how
                                in this same world, another field, 
                                a body blown to the ground 
​                                has already read every word.
                                
                               
Composed
                                no more
                                but asunder and saturated
​                                as with color
                                feel how that feels
                                boundaryless 
                                molten and glowing
                                subsumed fancy-free
                                brokenness is becoming now
                                and again


The fate of fences

Floodwaters
           In this case he says take some time 
           but I do believe
           time has taken us

           far too far
           for scattershot
           revelations or shortcuts

           through eco-dementia, for instance,
           and EF-4s in the cellar,

           where the crazy love
           of a slope takes over,
           that’s all that’s left,

           and the switchgrass outside,
           even the roots, end up in another county

           we don’t know the name of
           or which way its waters flow
Automatic whirlwinds 

In the Manure Sprayfields of Michigan . . . 
Armed Bugwomen,
 Creatures from the Depths, and Other Planetary Forces Confront the Polluting Mechanisms of Liquid Manure Operations 








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