the years fall like dead leaves around my feet
collect like flower petals and dandelion spores
dirt and dust, forgotten and beautiful

collect like a legacy, a nothingness
existence floating on a cloud, water vapor
here and nowhere, visceral and forgotten

nothing more than the light
filtering through the trees
full as the ocean
mighty as the ant

life shoots from my fingertips
lasers breaching ever further
into the darkness, eternal
and it sputters, fleeting
inside of me
no more
than a seconds flash, a spark
that dies, its absence
announcing the darkness

I am a goddess
I am a salamander
I am a lone blade of grass
battered in the wind

I am my mother
I am your mother
I am the world

We are nothing but each other
I am nothing without you
we are darkness
we are alone
we are forever


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Every morning, I check the
vegetables growing in
our shaggy garden.

I pull aside the yellowed
cucumber leaves
their spines leaving silent
traces on my fingers
delicate pain.

I caress the bumpy smoothness
of the baby cucumbers,
I squint at the mold spots on
the tomatoes
unsure what to do?

I’ve never grown tomatoes before
not all on my own
in our shaggy strip of
a backyard
where the earth churns out
old nails, broken glass
the edges dulled with
a fine sanding of time + dirt.

I check the squash flowers,
peer inside the feathery flowers
soft like tissue
to see if…


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Our despair is so great
we must invent
a new language
of grief.
Devise new words
for the loss
of our entire world.

How does one mourn a glacier?
Where does one hold a funeral for a coral reef?
Sit shiva for the monarchs
who no longer clump in the trees,
setting the branches alive?

How does one mourn a planet?
How does one say a proper good bye
to the fireflies that no longer glimmer in a dark forest,
to the oak trees,
& the bees?
Do we hold the funerals by species? Or class? Or order? …


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Kate Hallinan

Writer, lawyer, activist, baker, mother, Californian, outraged citizen of the world.

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