Tiny Seed Literary Journal

How wonderful the works of creation. The Everglades declare Her glory, rainy season magnifying Her handiwork and story. Blessed is the one with vision to behold their beauty robed in…

Water (smoosh, splash) sucking mud: dragon flies and other flies plus mosquitoes in abundance, and birds fill the air, also life in water, frogs, all around, myriads of living forms…

Photograph by Benjamin Green Benjamin Green is a visual artist and the author of eleven books including The Sound of Fish Dreaming (Bellowing Ark Press, 1996). At the age of…

Photograph by David Rensberger David Rensberger, retired from an academic career, lives near Atlanta. His poem "March Sun" appears in the Tiny Seed Wild Flowers anthology.

The quietest pond that waited for its ducks to fly back is finally alive. Madeline Male Madeline finds inspiration by observing the natural world. She resides in Fairway, Kansas, and…

Whose song is this that parts the air atop the cattail reeds? Backlit, so sleek, in morning light, dapper rectrices preened. Jet black the feathers, how they gleam, lifted, they…

Dusk. Hummingbirds frolic, Cicadas mesmerize, Moon ascends quietly. Tranquility. Twilight. Shadows stretch silently, Firefly’s whisper welcome, Calmness envelopes all. Euphoria. Evening. Whippoorwills harken, Nighttime’s children arise, Mysteries eagerly stir. Harmony.…

From up near the clouds, the landscape is a camouflage, green and brown belying abundant life beneath the surface of shallow water. The airboat I boarded yesterday rode on a…

Rushes of crips water Dance through my fingertips (droplets from the clouds That happen to land here On this stone-covered ground) My toes kiss the creek-bed Eyes gently close -…

I always knew you Tucked away in a corner of my world A flash of black and white Curved silhouette before you dove Always there But in the shadows, too…

The grasses bend, quiver In an expanse of green and sudden brown For the bittern is there amongst them Beak upward Yet curved slightly In a smile With the reeds…

Photograph by Madeline Male Madeline finds inspiration by observing the natural world. She resides in Fairway, Kansas, and her work has been featured in online and print magazines.

I am taken by this silence. A prop-plane’s sputter fades to the west, and I am left with nothing but a solitary sycamore, in the rising sunlight. Nearby a cardinal…

Bigelow, 30 years ago, had fewer people but more cattle. corn lily and gentian mangled by hooves, cow pies littering the granitic ground although we mourned the wounded landscape, we…

-- after Lorette C. Luzajic’s collage “Bye, Bye Blackbird” (2018) Before yellow dawn, with gargling song and solemn garb, red-winged blackbird perches in the marsh above a pond of red.…

The boardwalk leads past stunted spruce, yellow lady’s slippers and boreal tamaracks, then over peaty turf punctuated with cotton grass, Labrador tea, and laurel. We came mostly to see the…

The folklore of flowers opens the curtain on days long past. The ‘Marsh Marigold’ sounds fine in the annals of Botany. But this lover of wet soil sounds more familiar…

Nestled behind a ragged line of pin oaks, roots tangled in solidarity on this sodden land, you wait to become home. The pooling of rain in low corners gives viewers…

Let them be overgrown, let them be the pond that lures you in, makes you stop to look in between therapy and the graveyard. Let pink and green go where…