creative writing on environmental justice
Indicators
On New Year’s Eve, in small towns throughout Kentucky and Louisiana, people celebrate as they always do by setting off fireworks. The eruption of noise and light startles flocks of blackbirds, which rise up into the tumult and quickly become disoriented. While the people below dance and sing and embrace, the birds, mostly unseen in the darkness, . . .
Olly, we know you can hear us,” said Jack. “So are you coming to The Green Man, or what?”
Olly opened his eyes, put his hand to his earpiece and disconnected himself from the cloud. He sat up, the thin plastic mattress rucking up beneath him.
“It’ll be fun,” said Selma, “an adventure. They serve mead. Real mead.”
“You’re shitting me,” said Olly.
“No, we are absolutely . . .
for Michael J DeLuca
How can I write you this letter
through thick smoke the sun
a red dot in the sky
I should not be able to stare into
How can I make an appointment
with the car dealer
while mother Tahlequah takes
her tour of duty displaying for us
hairless monkeys what the rest
of the natural world already knows . . .
Sakara Remmu is a storyteller, journalist, anti-oppression activist and advocate living in the greater Seattle area. Sakara was first published in 2001 after witnessing a police shooting; she began producing social commentary for local and national print and radio news in 2007.
Of First Nation and African descent, Sakara was born in Torrance, California . . .
