For I will consider that the oil and gas industry have designs on fracking parks, lakes and river basins that provide water to millions, including the White River National Forest, the Delaware River basin, the Wayne National Forest, the George Washington National Forest, the Otera Mesa
For I will consider that a partial list of places where the EPA is investigating for possible soil and water contamination:
Killdeer and Dunn Co., ND
South Parker, Co
Tarrant Co., TX
Arkana Basin, AR
Conway Co., AR
Van Buren, AR
Caddo Parish, LA
Harrison Co., TX
Bradford Co., TX
Bradford Co., PA
Clearfield Co., PA
Gibbs Hill, PA
Hamlin Township, PA
McKean Co., PA
Indian Creek Watershed, WV
Lycoming Co., PA
Monongahela River Basin, PA
Susquehanna River Basin, PA
Tioga Co., NY
Upshur Co., WV
Wetzel Co., WV
Battlement Mesa, CO
Garfield Co., CO
La Plata, CO.
Las Animas Co, CO
Sublette Co., WY
Hopewell Township, PA
For I will consider a list of concerns and problems with fracking cited by the EPA 2011 study includes: `
Abandoned and undocumented wells,
Auto-immune diseases related to fracking chemicals
Bioaccumulation of hydraulic fracturing chemicals in the food
Biodegradable/nontoxic fracking liquids
Carbon footprint of entire fracking process
Disposal of drill cuttings
Effects of aging on well integrity
Effects of fracking on existing public and private wells
Effects of truck/tanker traffic
Effects on local infrastructure (roads, water treatment plants)
Effects on tourism
Economic impacts on landowners
Land farming on fracking sludge
Long-term corrosive effects of brine and microbes on well pipes
Natural flooding near fracking operations
Recovery time and persistence of fracking chemicals in
Recycling of flowback and produced water
Removal of radium and other radionulcudes from flowback
and produced water
Restoration of drill sites
Soil contamination of drill sites
Volatile organic compounds and emissions from fracking
operations and impoundments
Wildlife habitat fragmentation
Worker occupational health
There’s a meme going around writer’s blogs in which writers talk about their next big thing. I have been asked a few times to post about my next big thing, and I cringe each time. How can I explain . . .
The Youngstown State University Poetry Center presents a Poetry Reading by Steve Reese and Varley O'Connor on Thursday, April 11th at 7:00 P.M. in the McDonough Museum of Art (525 Wick Avenue) in Youngstown.
Emily and I just completed our first collaborative effort, which was published by the amazing artist, editor and publisher, Didi Menendez. You can actually download it from Itunes and read it as an interactive book on an iPad. Or you can get it as a pdf.
If you click on the PDF, it will just download as stills. But the iPad book has features that are unique and really fun--little videos and readings. It's pretty amazing to see what Didi has done with this.
While my hair was cut straight across my forehead,
I played cheerleader in the front yard.
You came by on a skate board, acting so cool.
You came by tossing footballs, frisbees, baseballs . . .
And we went on in living in our suburb of Youngstown, Ohio:
Two small people full of dislike and suspicion.
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrific'd to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betray'd,
That languish in resistless fire.
The untam'd heart to hand I brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought.
I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain
But both, tho' false, were well receiv'd.
The fair are pleas'd to give us pain,
And what they wish is soon believ'd.
And tho' I talk'd of wounds and smart,
Love's pleasures only touched my heart.
Alone the glory and the spoil
I always laughing bore away;
The triumphs, without pain or toil,
Without the hell, the heav'n of joy.
And while I thus at random rove
Despis'd the fools that whine for love.
"Once upon a time, USDA inspectors had to condemn any bird with fecal contamination. But about 30 years ago, the poultry industry convinced the USDA to reclassify feces so that it could continue to use automatic eviscerators. Once a dangerous contaminant, feces are now clssified as a 'cosmetic blemish.'"
"Every week, millions of chicken leaking yellow pus, stained by green feces, contaminated by harmful bacteria, or marred by lung and heart infections, cancerous tumors, or skin conditions are shipped for sale to consumers."
"Next the chickens go to a massive refrigerated tank of water, where thousands of birds are communally cooled. Tom Devine, from the Government Accountability Project, has said that 'the water in these tanks has aptly been named 'fecal soup' for all the filth and bacteria floating around. By immersing clean, healthy birds in the same tank with dirty ones, you're practically assuring cross-contamination."
p. 130 from the kindle version of the book, Eating Animals, by Jonathan Safran Foer
My father was a habitual story teller. It was a day like no other day, he would say, beginning one of his many stories. Immediately my mother would correct him.
It was a perfectly ordinary day. I remember it well.
The air was so electric, my father would continue, ignoring my mother. Even the hairs stood up on my hands.
Hairs don’t stand up on hands, my mother said. Besides, it’s hair, not hairs.
I said hairs. I meant hairs.
Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in front of the box fan after dinner, I would listen to my father’s tales, and my mother like a hound tracking his every word. They were good stories, made better by my mother’s interruptions. And they were evolving stories that changed with every telling.
Sometimes my father would be joined by his friend, the writer, Peter Taylor. The two would trade tales about their families, the south, ghosts, and famous writers. My father, a competitive man, could hold his own on the first three categories of stories. He even suspected Peter was stealing his tales and using them in his fiction. Secretly my father thought he was the better raconteur of the two.
But when it came to stories about authors, Peter Taylor, held most of the cards. He and his wife, Eleanor Ross Taylor, could talk at length about Randall Jarrell, Robert Lowell, Jean Stafford and many others. But my father did hold one ace. William Faulkner visited our farm before I was born. Did I ever tell you about the time William Faulkner was thrown off our horse? he would begin. Peter nodded. After a while, my father decided to tell a James Dickey story instead. After several tellings, my father went back to talking about William Faulkner. I’ve often wondered how many times William Faulkner fell off our horse.
Reading the news about the Doha Climate Change Conference and thinking about the idea of a seven degree temperature rise and what a seven degree rise by 2060 would mean, I feel so hopeless. It's nuts that so many people don't seem to want to do anything about this issue.
Nin Andrews is the author of 5 full collections of poetry and 6 chapbooks. She is also the editor of a book of translations of the Belgian poet, Henri Michaux. She keeps a literary blog and a blog of environmental comics.