In a new international study, life in the Arctic is at a perilous crossroads: "Some Arctic waters are already becoming dead zones bereft of oxygen. Lakes are collapsing as permafrost beneath them melts." While the president is going after NASA's climate researchers although they continue to publish and share their findings, the current U.S. administration has also taken words like ice and voice, and maligned them with xenophobic, hateful rhetoric. Guest editor Rosebud Ben-Oni and Glass Poetry Press invite poets to take back these words, to tell us of their sensory of snow, their winter year(s), the depths and lengths of the times they were, or had to remain, under sheets frozen and partially-obscured. Tell us what you managed to grow in your tundras, what you discovered in the days where little light reached, where light was (is) cut short. What voices you hear in the ice. How it feels to stand on ground that could so easily melt away. We invite you to interpret this any way you like.
Tundras is scheduled for publication in September, 2017.