April 2021 – Tiny Seed Literary Journal

Stimulus Gratitude

30 Apr 202126 Apr 2021

Carefully emerging from social seclusion we join the ranks of world famous hibernators _______hedgehogs, wood frogs, _______turtles, snakes, snails, _______bumblebees, bats and bears fellow creatures that innately understand the when…

A Large Bear Swims

29 Apr 202126 Apr 2021

The shadow shape in front of me looks almost normal, walking afternoon roads. Arms, almost shapely. Body, almost proportional. None of that pear-shaped loping; this seems almost a jaunt. My…

Beneath Route 32

28 Apr 202126 Apr 2021

A winter-dried branch snapped as I walked to the creekside with my mother. She wore her waders and rubber gloves and had already begun her study; patiently, she sifted for…

Winter’s Omen

27 Apr 202126 Apr 2021

When the sun called me to worship I stood alone near the oak tree legs, roots reaching down leaves, skin soaking in sustenance and relished what was soft what was…

Coming From Frozen

27 Apr 202126 Apr 2021

I wonder how the green frog feels at the end of winter, buried in mud under a waterbody, body diffused with glucose so that crystals cannot form to pierce a…

Featured Poet Chris LaTray – Seed

26 Apr 202130 Apr 2021

If an entire world might exist on a mote of pollen clinging to the flower of a thistle, then what about the blueberry seed wedged into the chasm of my…

Deliverance

26 Apr 202120 Apr 2021

DELIVERANCE welcome deliverance into darkness in spite of dread come outside beneath a new moon if there is a candle—blow it out sit with the absence. stand before the cold…

Nature

Burlapped Bushes

Shaking snow from bamboo leaves, relieving arcing necks wet weight, is task enough with fat flakes plummeting I consider jangling our bushes less blanketed than buried. Then re-consider, considering my…

Rest

23 Apr 202121 Apr 2021

Photo filter High contrast evening Palest pink laurels against khaki brown bark Light and lime and blue green leaves Starkly verdant Contradicting deepest black shadows Light against dark Life against…

Lessons from the Wild

Dance of the Hurricane

23 Apr 202111 Apr 2021

Feet slow, gentle, serene. Dance, twirling, hair flowing. Grey eye cast across the sky. Tempo slow. Anxious clouds come and go. Cautious steel worms rattle in the wind. Concrete towers,…

Shape Changer

22 Apr 202119 Apr 2021

I am Kaaryla, a tiny possum, at the risk of appearing glib, this is my story. Back in a time of Dreaming, I was a victim of a vindictive spirit.…

Snake Tree

21 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Poem by Russell Willis Ethicist and online education entrepreneur, Russell Willis, emerged as a poet in 2019. Since then, his poetry has been published (or accepted for publication) in…

The birds outside kept me alive

20 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

The birds outside kept me alive They arrived in groups of two, bearing humble buildings blocks of home, of spring. I watched. They shone in winter sunlight, a symbol…

Anthology Forest

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Anthology Forest Theme: Relationship between Forests and Human Communities Forests evoke something different from all of us. For some, a peaceful place with nature sounds, others think of adventure, awe,…

Birds at Bayside

19 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

Birds at Bayside How perfect the balance of countercurrent heat exchanger in winter’s gull as it keeps her feet from cooling to a frostbite. Intertwining arteries and veins regulate…

The Rest of Blizzards

18 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

The Rest of Blizzards I sense the uninvited cold needles coming. Winds howling calling my name. Steeling myself against sharp ice cutting slicing ears, eyes, hair. Needing to rest my…

Sunny Morning After the Big Blizzard

17 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

SUNNY MORNING AFTER THE BIG BLIZZARD The weight of it settled and still, the world quiet except for birds around their feeder, and the furnace like the engine of a…

Bearish the Heart of Imagination

16 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

Bearish the Heart of Imagination I wake every morning like a bear out of hibernation sniffing the air, listening, focusing my eyes trying to see what my den of dreams…

Because our Roots are in Rivers, Not Latin

15 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Poem by Beth Piatote Beth Piatote is the author of The Beadworkers: Stories, and Nez Perce, enrolled with Colville Confederated Tribes. She is committed to Indigenous language…

nearly cave

14 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

nearly cave black spots black bear emerge let down quickly by the sun all the gardening has been in disarray and undone there’s no medal, you know, for any…

The Great Chase

13 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Photo by Kathyrn McDanel Kathryn McDanel is a nomad who never travels without her camera, moleskin journal, or thermos of coffee.