On a forest path the leaf litter – dead leaves which cushion our walk – lies as a trace of the fecundity of earth life, of death as compost for plant life, and as food and shelter for insect and microbial life. Leaf litter as floor covering for humans entering a forest forms the ‘roof’ of the world for many others.

What of writing as leaf litter?

Can research be a calling forth toward an environmental culture?

How can writing and research be part of a response to ecological crisis?