News from the ‘Hood

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Yesterday was a lovely day in my virtual neighborhood. A new edition of the Festival of the Trees went up at Earth, Wind and Water, honoring the 150th anniversary of the publication of the theory of evolution by natural selection. Tai Haku wrote a full paragraph for almost every link, placing the trees in ecological or cultural contexts. My favorite entries included a post on the bizarre and beautiful Common Screwpine; a great overview of mangrove forests by artist Carel Brest Van Kempen, who is putting together a traveling group show of mangrove art to raise money for their conservation; and a page on the Ginkgo trees that survived the atom bomb blast at Hiroshima, which I somehow missed on my visit to the city 20 years ago.

The first of the month also means posting a new nature column over at my mom’s site, this one illustrated as we often do with some of my old photos: Sunday, Sweet Sunday. It should give you a good sense of what Plummer’s Hollow is like this time of year — and why we are grateful to live in a conservative Christian area despite being what you might call secular humanists (and believers in “evil-lution,” needless to say). Sundays really are much, much quieter.

Finally, we announced the next bimonthly theme at qarrtsiluni: Transformation, with guest editors Jessamyn Smyth and Allan Peterson.

We are looking for work exploring transformative instances of all kinds with an emphasis particularly on the change itself — the dynamics inside the chrysalis rather than a static image of the butterfly emerged; the moment of Daphne becoming a laurel.

And within an hour the most highly motivated poets (yes, they exist!) began sending in submissions, much to my wonder. It should be another interesting issue.

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5 Responses to News from the ‘Hood

  1. Jo says:

    Within an hour!!!?????? Holy cow, I’m lax *grin*. Off to look at Plummer’s Hollow.

  2. Gina Marie says:

    v. cool. Glad to see so much going on. Of course, it keeps me on the internet more than I’d like. I really like quarrtsiluni — I’m trying to work up the nerve to actually submit something.

    Sunday is by far my favorite day of the week.

  3. Dave says:

    Jo – Actually, though we encourage people to submit early, we often find that a greater proportion of the later entries are a better fit for the theme. Slowness and deliberation are good things.

    Gina Marie – Go ahead and submit. What’s the worst that can happen? …Oh, right. I forgot about the qarrtsiluni death squad.

  4. lissa says:

    that is pretty impressive that they’re so speedy but i guess slow & steady still wins the race especially from a turtlefly’s perspective.

  5. Dave says:

    You might be right – I think the percentage of acceptances goes up among the later submissions, some of which are written especially for the theme, which is always cool. (And you’re right in general, too, I think.)

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