Seeds Achene with Wings 18 May 202212 May 2022 It’s called the wingnut, the helicopter, the whirligig, that little samara autorotating down for the ground as one-seeded dried fruit that spins from the tree to be dispersed by wind.…
Seeds Iceland’s Strokkur* Geyser 17 May 20224 May 2022 As if a bright blue planet were just being born, a steaming, churning, bubble rises suddenly to burst in the sky with a surprising force that blocks out the sun…
Seeds Seeds of Love 16 May 202218 May 2022 Seeds of Love - framed in raindrops from Tropical Storm Cristobal, 2020 (Lumen Print) Photo by Natasha Sanchez Natasha Sanchez is a photographic artist and songwriter interested in, inspired by…
Nature Fragile, she is 15 May 202216 May 2022 My palms shivered On a rainy day When I held a life Stick to my skin In her Is a life That is not just her The glory of the…
Nature Plant Your Words 13 May 2022 We are so excited for our friends and fellow Tiny Seed Poets to launch their new collection of poetry! Plant Your Words by Heidi Sander & Jamie Nix “Welcome to…
Apaja'simk - To Return Girl Setting Out at Dusk 7 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 Drawing her hands through her hair She wove a braid from shoulder to waist, Facing the rough bark As if it were a looking glass. She gathered memories enough. Handkerchief…
Apaja'simk - To Return Blossoming 6 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 Fierce winds marked the awakening spring blowing into some future time that chill lodged for months in sparse branches. My dogwood held strong green berries bumpling from its charcoal arms…
Apaja'simk - To Return Instructions for Early Days of Retirement 5 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 Come inside. Quit the crusade on squirrels. We have no use for those berries anyway. Let me brush aside stubborn snow stuck to the shoulder pads of your wool coat.…
Apaja'simk - To Return Good Morning, Beautiful 4 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 Morning returns, slowly, wildly opening, as if the old window of an abandoned house. Morning always returns, even if you aren’t ready, even if you try not to show up.…
Apaja'simk - To Return How to Grow Canna Lilies in Minnesota 3 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 On the weekend before the first hard frost, cry a little as you chop down the strong, gorgeous stalks. Play Palm Sunday with the cat with the waxy leaves to…
Apaja'simk - To Return Cranes 2 Mar 20221 Mar 2022 or tsuru, in Japanese, are signs of longevity, good luck, and happiness. Today is my older brother’s birthday, in a few more months, I’ll turn 35 and outlive him. Finishing…
Apaja'simk - To Return From Winter 1 Mar 202221 Feb 2022 March skies enshroud hold tight while loosening threads unweave winter leave strings broken into spring spring into broken strings leave winter unweave threads loosening while tight hold splits tombs April…
Apaja'simk - To Return Role Fulfilled 28 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 Seed doesn't know it will return a plant once loved, now missing to special garden spot, and owner's heart, after transition by storm removal of original parental plant. Poem…
Apaja'simk - To Return Autumnal 27 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 May a wisp of my Presence catch your eye in the Woods, my soft grey bones Seemingly intact, Solidly translucent as Mystery should be, As autumnal as …
Apaja'simk - To Return To Die Before My Death 26 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 Long before the snow began melting on this mountain, there were deer paths etched through the thin forest and the fragrance of a distant fireplace filled the valley. Be still…
Apaja'simk - To Return Two Wildflowers 25 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 I am a woman made up of two wildflowers. One wildflower with petals of soft champagne pink, like the flush of first love. A wildflower blind to fault, rare and…
Apaja'simk - To Return A Walk in the Woods 24 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 First, you notice the smells, moist pine needles, bits of bark and twigs, a kind of bitter smell that fills your nostrils and swells your heart. The air is heavy…
Apaja'simk - To Return Self, Rewilded 23 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 Searching, I pause under a tree, immediately an irate crow starts scolding me: what business have you here? In a nearby oak, magpies are chortling, amused by this spectacle of…
Apaja'simk - To Return Fall Equinox 22 Feb 202221 Feb 2022 Time is relevant—to me. I worry about how many years I have left to hug my daughter, how many years to wait for grand- children. I worry about everything: pulling…
Apaja'simk - To Return The Fish and the Ring 21 Feb 2022 Under the brackish water I moved like grass. If you had seen it — the sea robins the cusk eels, the squid, the amberjack the red and gold made brown…
Apaja'simk - To Return To Plant a Garden 20 Feb 202218 Feb 2022 Yesterday, I compartmentalized hope. 72 squares, seeded and soaked, I laid a clear cover on top of each cell, Like the veils I place over my heart— Sometimes. But this…
Apaja'simk - To Return Burn 19 Feb 202219 Feb 2022 Photography by Anne Leigh Parrish Award-winning writer Anne Leigh Parrish’s next novel, an open door, will be published in October 2022 by Unsolicited Press. Recent titles from Unsolicited Press…
Apaja'simk - To Return This Is Where God Is 18 Feb 202218 Feb 2022 Poem and Photograph by Carol Wolf Carol Wolf is a graphic designer and fine artist living in northern New Jersey. She received her BFA from the School of…
Apaja'simk - To Return Fallen Grasses 17 Feb 20223 Feb 2022 When fall winds dry and tear green grasses, drying blades appear as mortals. Though summers vivify green masses, fall winds tear and dry the grasses very thin and verdant grass…
Apaja'simk - To Return Play Time 16 Feb 20223 Feb 2022 Following tracks into the brush is a losing game. They disappear under yellow to brown leaves, broken branches and into damp earth during the dying season. All things wear down,…
Apaja'simk - To Return The Old Snag 15 Feb 20223 Feb 2022 It’s just an old snag. Worthless old wood, not even useful for firewood. Worm-eaten, brittle and in chards. But look closer beneath the crevices and crannies. The dried-out heartwood still…
Apaja'simk - To Return Wild Cherry 14 Feb 20223 Feb 2022 All along the hollow lane, wild cherry lets its petals fall, not like confetti, but flake by desultory flake discarded, their purpose served, as Spring bustles on whistling. Its focus…
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