by Rosaleen Love
Introduction
I write, not about what nature is, but what it might become.
I write not about nature present or nature past, but nature in transition to something new and not entirely ‘natural’.
I write about retelling what humans are, as nature is transformed.
Jokes about Genes
“They’ve taken away sperm donors’ anonymity. Hello, Dad.” The caption to a Spectator cartoon tells part of the story. The illustration conveys the rest. For it is not just one child conceived by donor insemination that comes knocking at Dad’s door, but thousands of them, receding into the distance. (Spectator 2002) (continue…)