Environmental writing is occasionally hard to read without it being utterly doomy. Yes, I know the world is likely fucked. And? I have to live in it. Around 2/3 of these stories are on that end. The other 1/3 offer what isn’t necessarily hope but a path, and those are the good ones. The poetry is generally slipshod; I don’t care for Rupi Kaur-style free verse with random like spaces.