In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

I can’t really speak for David Wagoner, but, if I’d been invited to speak at George Bush’s speech on logging practices in Southern Oregon, I would have read this poem by Wagoner: Report from a Forest Logged by the Weyerhaeuser Company Three square miles clear-cut. Now only the facts matter: The heaps of gray-splintered rubble, The churned-up duff, the roots, the [...]