Cheese after Fukushima

An activist conscious dialogue, Marcia Slatkins Cheese After Fukushima laments an impending future occupied by melted ice caps, fishless oceans, persistence of global obesity, the absence of CO2, and a wheezing Earth suffocated under city sidewalks. These wildly inventive poems are backed with a beautiful linguistic language which brings an element of beauty to the otherwise stark descriptions of our own reality. Cheese after Fukushima If I were young, my ovaries prodding possibility, squirming newness still in my future, I might stop. Rain brings rads to grass, unknowing ruminants munch, and the rest is amplification. Then buy skim, packed before the Japanese release enough for a lifetime -- and mix your ration daily, says the health umai. But Id so mourn lessened pleasure: that thick milk-magic that lets enzymes ferment and grow wildly-unctuous tastes undreamed...