Nature in the Now – TINY SEED LITERARY JOURNAL

Chapbook Contest 2020…

Surrogate Cloud

5 Jun 202026 May 2020

She was a droplet of a little rain wind storming, cloud already fleeting dropping lonely, gathering things: (partnering, parting) Freezing. Hailed me down, coolly nearing melting, kiss from moist lips…

Deluge in Mumbai

It was raining since previous night, pouring water from sky-shower, dense black clouds overcast all through the day, storage of millions of tons of water. The city known to record…

In Search of Serenity

In a snowy mountain forest where the crystal clear fountains are running down the hill dancing, giggling with an innocent joy, I stand there to enjoy the calmness, the purity,…

Tune of Nature

Floating galaxies in infinite space are emitting light proclaiming presence, the explosions in it fire bullets of stars which are torn into pieces of planets. Earth cools down rotating around…

California Drought

Daniel Staub Weinberg I am a pen & ink and colored pencil wordartist. I sometimes do collaborations with musician, Chico Feinstein. I have had drawings published online and 2 solo…

Marvelous Mustaches

The snowy pine branches Curled in marvelous mustaches Mayhem of manly men Villains in reverse Gold rush era Holding the snow with smiling eyes With watches dangling From chains of…

Hinkley Brook in Winter, Grafton, Vermont

Over and under, it flows beneath jagged glass panes, transparent or opaque, muffled rush of water over rocks downstream. A porch, in winter, wraps around the house like a…

As the Doe Awaits the Wildfire

i know there is something wrong here the days are too warm and the sun feels like the sky has a date with the desert there are birds here…

Prayer to the Godlings II

Bless the scabs and eyes black as watermelon seeds. Bless the heads bleeding, anointed like green mangoes’ red ripening over their crowns. Bless the sprouts breaking through their own skin…

Night Music

A milky way of fireflies winked, we lay unafraid in dank grass excited by magic lost in a din of tree frogs locusts, crickets their love songs blanketing darkness. The…

Eastertide’s Taint

Bijou buds soon to bloom damp blossoms, stinking of pink productive perfume scent. taffy, gravity of static passions made dynamic as the worlds we’ve dreamt. Beckons she does, with…

Timing

Frigid inhalations taper Winter’s sugar frost fades Damp brittle garden limbs Jobless stalks retire Prickly framework of coneflowers, phlox and Russian sage Light’s shifting angles Sun blades fold in…

Serenity

Photograph by Stephanie Jackson Stephanie Jackson is a mother of three. She writes for many audiences and enjoys landscape photography in her spare moments. https://semisweetnothings.wixsite.com/writing

Planting Grass

He spread the seeds across the soil with care, the way the rain sets moisture down just where it needs to be. He worked in quietness and solitude. He sent…

Driftwood; 1965

‘According to Norse mythology, the first humans, Ask and Embla, were formed out of two pieces of driftwood, an ash and an elm, by the God Odin and his brothers,…

A Sonnet for the Birds

Anhingas and ravens crow for the emus, which parrot the moas and the kiwis of the Albatross Isles en paradisum’s view, where the petrels join the kites lofting freely …

Basking in the Sun, Heron Landing, Juvenile Eagle

Photographs by Cynthia Connolly I am Cynthia Connolly, a hobbyist photographer who recently discovered a love of birds and wildlife refuges. Luckily I live 10 minutes away from Nisqually…

Toward an Arctic Circle

There are lines we cross borders we step past where flesh and bone meet cranberries and club moss outside the truth I like to call our lower forty-eight. We paddle…

just passing through

walking this old timber among the grandsons of great oaks and hickory deep in creek and river bottoms or high on glacier formed bluffs I am struck by the fact…

An Ode to Our Evening Walks

Each day, we’re granted some reprieve, When, yapping brash, you beg to leave. We go. You’re always out in front. You track what’s left behind: a hunt For spots you…

Moon Meeting

I have late night Conversations with the moon. She asks me about The sun and I Ask her about the pockmarks Dotting her skin. I tell her that I know…

4 Haiku

Urges Pond ducklings belly flop Furious feet, motor tails — Minnows duck and hide Catnip Tail end of winter — Beside the fire, a striped cat Dreaming of tiger Harvest…

Eye Stretching

Rich men strive so industrious to dig up treasures from the ground, then build mansions illustrious on the nicest land they’ve found. Timid animals choose holes to rest; lions,…

Ode to Things

-Rosalind Brenner Rosalind Brenner is a poet and painter/ stained glass artist living in East Hampton, NY. Her poetry has appeared in the literary journals: The Arroyo Review, Ontologica,…

To a Tree

I have traced the pockmarks of your skin; and felt the record of your life. You let me see that every year a part of you must die so that…

Fish in Geneva State Park

The barbelled male with wide lugubrious head seems poised, or somewhat poised, as I gaze down. It’s the first warm day of spring. Not so the female. She does…

The Universe is a Loud Place

NASA has recorded the interactions of electromagnetic particles from solar wind, ionosphere, and planetary magnetosphere, and translated these vibrations into sound waves. Lie on your back on the front…