Composite map image showing temperature variation in Australia over last 119 years. ice ‘n’ snow chez nous – where’s that good ol global warming ha ha – well, it’s in new england: 74 f sat. in boston – the avg. for orlando, fla. – warmest jan. day in beantown history, 30˚ > avg. “t-shirts today but sweatshirts tomorrow” (38 right now) – some of that good ol’ “weather whipsaw”: blizzards all across n. tier, jan. tornadoes in s.e. w/ 11 dead (“please take these warnings seriously,” the man said); meanwhile, n. cape, s. africa declared disaster zone (“drought- stricken”: govt. promises relief funds); 30k farm workers out of work; angola gets the ol’ drought-and-deluge treatment, where rain = runoff, flash floods; drinking water, electricity cut off for many meanwhile, flooding in the desert – in the negev, israeli fighter jets swamped in hangars (& they’re surfing the streets of tel aviv – literally); flooding in the u.a.e.; massive inundations in s. iran: 1248 rescued (according to the govt.); 15 dead of flooding, landslides in afghanistan, people dying of exposure, too; torrential deluge caves in roofs in pakistan; australia’s n. territory drowns in 19” rain / 24 hrs., while the s.e. burns, feeding a trail of smoke that girdles the globe, creating its own thunderstorms, its own lightning, starting new fires, ~ 400 tons carbon up in smoke, creating its own weather for decades to come: “we don’t know where we’re going,” sez the climate scientist . . . in the meantime, 250k humans advised to evac meanwhile, folks in “the wettest place on earth,” meghalaya state in india’s n.e., say "we had plenty of water throughout the year earlier, a lot of natural springs & it rained so much. now we collect whatever we can when it rains & save it for later" – half the rainfall of 1861 – "we never learnt to save water; there was so much water; this year, just 2 weeks of very heavy rain" a “water whipsaw,” you might say: & drier places (like kansas) had better get ready to ride it – back & forth, yin & yang spinning till it blurs into gray, til it hurts, a whipsaw gnawing the base of the world-tree, & the only thing we know for sure: the squirrels till survive it all
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Kristin Prevallet Author/Editor
I'm a writer & teacher in Lawrence, Kansas who actually believes the scientists. I wrote a book of poems called Of Some Sky that seems to have something to do with all this. |