LAMENT

When the night goes dark, all glowing wild eyes dimmed and dead;When the forest goes silent of song and cry and roarand there is only the creakingof trees moved by the empty rush of wind;When flowers no longer humwith the dancing bee;When the sky is bleak of wingsthat glitter and crackleor suddenly rattle or softly …

THRESHOLD: preface

I wrote this several years ago, in 2005, about the time I began to worry about climate change. It was meant to be an invitation to literary visionaries, to write stories of the world this preface described. It could still be that, the beginning of an anthology of the times during, after, and long after …