A Voice for the Critically Endangered by Celia The green, camouflage netting sways gently in the breeze. We peek out from under it, our eyes trying to spot the miniature monkey hopping through the dense canopy towards the smashed papayas... Continue Reading →
by Mason My heart is racing and my chest is tingling, as I stare at the the murky depths below. Although I know the water is only 15 feet down, it somehow feels like a mile. I launch, I’m falling,... Continue Reading →
by Shannon I hear the hum through my ear plugs. I know it’s still early. The sky has not shed her final stars and the dawn chorus has yet to begin. As I press the wax deeper, I notice my... Continue Reading →
by Tim Let’s call it Water instead of Colombia. Will you humor me for the duration of this piece and agree to call the land that the villain Columbus never even set eyes on Water? This country, now named Water,... Continue Reading →
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