June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull; it was his sayings one remembered; his eyes, his pocket-knife, his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had utterly vanished—how strange it was!
“[W]hat happens to my imagination, my language, my daydreams, every time a peg in the environment is removed?”
—RK Fauth, second-place winner of the 2023 Treehouse Climate Action Poem Prize
#AboutThisPoem
https://t.co/Qv13l8Spd4
The Willow Project would be a climate disaster. We need a strong supply side policy that winds down the fossil fuel industry instead of propping it up. This new report from CCP shows how: https://t.co/NL0DAp9io6