Jedediah Purdy writes a poetic-prophecy about a certain rough beast with a ginger bouffant.

Teddy Roosevelt liked killing things, he also liked saving them. What can we say? He was contradictory, just like us. He believed that our greatest resource was the land, which the explorer Verezzano said was so sweet he could smell it before he saw it. Like camping? Or hunting? Or hiking? Have a story about the environment or the great outdoors you Edward Abby you? Send it here.
Jedediah Purdy writes a poetic-prophecy about a certain rough beast with a ginger bouffant.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wade Linebaugh and I am launching a campaign to fight Ted Cruz.… Read more ‘Merica vs. Cruz – Wade Linebaugh
For my UK friends who don’t quite understand events in Oregon…. HRH the Prince of Wales is staying abreast of… Read more “Please, live free or die, if you wish…” – Jonathan Sawday
December is the weird-ass month, raising Daffodils from dozing land, mixing Hallmark cards and bafflement, mudding Up our seasons with… Read more Poems of the Climate, I (after Eliot’s Waste Land, of course) – Jedediah Purdy
This summer, Jonathan Sawday, an Englishman living in St. Louis, MO, decided to attend a party in San Francisco. He chose to drive there (and back) on his own. Here’s how the trip panned out.
A harrowing eye-witness account of the infamous Donner Party. “I learned many things which I could neither have understood nor remembered had they not made them plain.”