Ozone Ironies
Ozone hole over Antarctica could heal entirely by 2066 says UN says the news which says to me that the Earth so fucked by climate change it’s clenching its butthole shut so hard it’s going to disappear. Somehow, we sidestepped the Robocop 2 dystopia with blue sunscreen SPF in the thousands. We haven’t lost the ozone layer but I’d buy that for a dollar if it would stop the extinctions. Sheila Watt-Cloutier proposes, at the Circumpolar Council, that the Inuit and other Nordic peoples have the right to be cold. The rest have the obligation to ensure that right. That would slow the extinctions. Instead, I will be paying so much more while mineral miners apply sunscreen to their short-sleeved arms under Mount Erebus.
Quokkas are From Quaoar
There’s a Ring Around This Dwarf Planet. It Shouldn’t Be There. —New York Times
That ring outside the Roche limit, and Weywot, the tiny moon; we call their system Plutoids because of our concepts of Tartarus and Hades, distances so far from where solar flares unfurl that we think in spiritual concepts instead of quantitative. We great apes. We who assume all celestial bodies but our own are “natural.” If only we looked down again at our proudly upright ankles we would have seen the Quokka: with their spheroid cheeks and fur, their low-gravity mass, their penchant for circling an object of study from so very far away. We might have realized the ring of Quaoar is constructed by its Arctic people, that their burrowed cities account for reduced gravity and miscalculated distances, the dirt from their millennia of tunnels and subways and geothermal civilization the flung-up backfill flown far in Centaur gravity, kicking like Centaurs engineers, so tiny clods of dust and pebbles would coalesce. With the advent of space hops, and glass helmets, the Quokka Empire could populate the ring, establish a spaceport on Weywot, aim for a world closer to tropical sand... ...And that is how the societies on the Pacific coast of North America came to know Quaoar as the source of life and worlds and Weywot as his son.

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…poems appear in The New Quarterly, Carousel, subTerrain, paperplates, The Dalhousie Review, untethered, Quail Bell, The Nashwaak Review, Orbis, Snakeskin Poetry, Literary Yard, M58, CV2, Brittle Star, Bombfire, American Mathematical Monthly, The Academy of Heart and Mind, Canadian Woman Studies, The Mathematical Intelligencer, The Canadian Journal of Family and Youth, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, The Beatnik Cowboy, Borderless, Literary Veganism, and more. His lit crit has appeared in Ariel, British Columbia Review, Hamilton Arts & Letters, Episteme, Studies in Social Justice, Rampike, and The /t3mz/ Review.
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