Environment

The smell of flowers before they’re picked up 
Environment / Issue 2 / Terminal One

The smell of flowers before they’re picked up 

“I should make myself a good cup of jasmine tea and maybe grab a piece of fresh cake”“That would help me ruminate” “Might be better if I start working on the article then I can give  myself a break for a muffin”“Okay, so I need to start off with the ideas, “Maybe a blueberry muffin with salted honey crumble”“That’s a good one. Yes.”“Okay,”“Where do I begin, maybe I should just change the topic” “And no I’ll just perforate my very own experience with plants and flowers.”“Do you guys ever wonder i

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August 1, 2020
Can you hear my cry?
Environment / Issue 2 / Terminal One

Can you hear my cry?

I have been crying for so long. Please wake up from the stupor of greed, my children, and see what you are doing. Your atomic bombs have laid waste to billions of precious lives, even the most fragile life forms and micro-organisms, across vast swathes of silent desert and open ocean. You have cut down and set fire to my flesh and poured toxins all over my body.You have sliced me out to search for fossil fuels, gold and bauxite. Your Industrial Revolution saw the large-scale use of fossil fuels

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August 1, 2020
Story about the environment
Environment / Issue 2 / Terminal One

Story about the environment

At the stroke of dawn, my father and I begin the day by treading through the sagging tallgrass just behind the barn, to let the horses trot out towards the backfield. Haltered loosely, they walk alongside us calmly and obediently. In the softly orange-lit morning, the light mist from the night’s rain welcomes us. After hearing the steely clink of the red metal gate close behind us, we make our way back to the barn. This is my farm. It’s where I live and have lived my whole life with my father; i

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July 26, 2020