Monthly Archives: August 2010

Eco-Poetry Reading in Austin, TX


Artist Maps a Wolf World

Click once on the image to enlarge. Then click again to magnify. Find the camouflaged poem, “Loss of Howls,” which is also on the Poetry page.

Deanna Miesch is an artist and art therapist working in Austin, Texas.

Legal Victory for Wolves!

Howling wolves at a sanctuary in Pennsylvania

On August 5th, a federal judge ruled that U.S. Fish and Wildlife illegally removed gray wolves in Montana and Idaho from the Endangered Species List in 2009. Wolves in the Northern Rockies are officially re-listed and will not be hunted again this fall (they are still hunted in Alaska).  Sincere gratitude to Judge Molloy, and to the numerous environmental organizations who fought the battle in court.  Here is a link to the ruling:

And a link to the Center for Biological Diversity’s “Gray Wolf Recovery” plan:

Canis Lupus (for Kent Weber), by Jennifer Phelps

Palms to the sky

If you open your palms to the sky, arms halfway
outstretched, one might come to you if you are lucky.

And if you are lucky, you must not pull away
although it is human instinct. If one
comes to you, nipping at your forearm or nibbling
the twisted threads hung at your wrist,

remember the skin is foreign to clean
white teeth. Do not fully extend your arms or
pull them away. Do not turn your back or giggle
with nervousness when your fear sets in.

Because it will. If you are lucky, you must unlearn
what you have been taught about big ears and teeth
and breath that has no odor. When one comes to you
and the mouth opens directly in front of your nose

you will see into a darkness larger than your head.
Then, you must wait. If you are lucky and one comes to you,
you must not pull away. Instead, grab the neck
with both hands and pull the wide face closer to you.

There, you must look directly into the yellow eyes,
bear your teeth and allow the mouth larger than
the size of your head to nuzzle into your grimace.
You must keep your eyes open at all times

then, you will discover what it means to be wild.

Yellow eyes

Photographs: Kent Weber