Tiny Seed Literary Journal

Walking solo as weed feelings grow, scraggly; wild in the verges. Seeking solace. Wanting rain. A soothing soak turns from bones to feathers the burden of mourning. Spiky and smooth,…

Repurposed wire contains them - two misshapen hearts beating purple fruit. Thick-skinned lovers lean as one Rooted. Trapped. Obsessed with the songful beat of warbler wings and the rising perfume…

...this roadside bouquet quietly smiling at the people hurrying on their way hither and yon. These flowers thankfully protected by the guard rail that the city thoughtfully put in to--perhaps--guard…

Someone or something left me a gift todayA wine cup blossom on the hood of my car I looked around and there were no wine cups orOther flowers growing near…

The earth was out past the snow now,mud laid bare in a winter melt.The thought of catching rabbits day after day is Fox’s reveriebut something catches at the thread.Odd tacks…

Sunny halos frame frank brown faces turnedeast to worship dawn’s fist rays,call to me, “Just look up...” Julie Sellers Julie A. Sellers is the author of the novel Ann of…

Death surprised me in a burst of yellowdriving the edge of Cayuga Lake. The news wasn’t slow like tulipsslowly poking up through soil. No. Instantaneous blossoms appearedgolden against still slumbering…