Changing Skies Vol. II
Writing Contest 1st Place
Marine Murderer
​by NANCY WHITECROSS
"The ocean was calm that day; there was no wind, only the sun beating down on my head as the dive boat sped on top of the water. The sky reflected an azure blue, with not a cloud in the sky. My fingertips gently touched the water. People asked me what I was doing when they heard me calling my friends to come and play with us. Within minutes, they had surrounded the boat..."
Changing Skies Vol. II Writing Contest 2nd Place
The Promise Of Granite
​by MARA BUCK
"This is all so personal, so trivial, yet so unusual in the world of today that I feel I myself may be a vanishing species. My simple way of life is strangled by the cat’s cradle of drooping wires that connects the vinyl houses perched along the highway to the power grid that struts across a field where deer used to graze at dawn... "
Changing Skies Vol. I Writing Contest 2nd Place
Remembering What I Fight For
​by PALOMA SIEGEL
"Watching these icebergs that broke off the Greenland ice sheet pour into the ocean is magnificent and terrifying. I am sixteen, and I already know too much about climate change to sleep at night. It is all I talk about with my friends, all I learn about at school, and all I feel as I sit here in the Arctic. I hear climate projections in terms of my birthday..."
Changing Skies Vol. II
Perito Moreno
​by WHITNEY BROWN
"I’d sink through the lake, where ice chunks would look like teal silhouettes. Then one silhouette would rise beneath me, and I’d look down to see a piece of ice surging to the surface. Lifted by that ice, supported by it, I’d burst back into the air. Flecks of mist would fall like rain, but once they had subsided, I’d see the ice cliffs’ new facades: azure, angled, sharp. I’d wonder if the people on the viewing platform could see me, or if I melted into the jay-blue water..."
Changing Skies Vol. I
The Unfortunate Truth Of Sunscreen In The Cloud Forest
​by ISABELLE SEASE
Changing Skies Vol. II
Sea Wall
​by DENISE THORNTON
"The team we gathered to build our timber frame house was a group of artists working construction day jobs, and when it came to setting our stone foundation, they all agreed Tom should take the lead. A lanky guy with a graying ponytail, Tom carried a dog-eared copy of Living the Good Life with him everywhere. Helen and Scott Nearing’s self-published 1954 chronicle of their move to rural Maine..."
Changing Skies Vol. II
When Humans Swarmed
by MARCUS TEN LOW
"When humans swarmed the Earth,
Breathing down each other’s necks,
Titillated, shaped as zooming crowds
Our natures were bitter, some sweet,
Some replete with more and more children,
Churned-out like blobs from factories.
Setup with desks and chairs,
And a million brilliant material items,
Sat-up with a babyfied bewilderment of stares"