TINY SEED LITERARY JOURNAL

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…

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.…

  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   They arrived in groups of two, bearing humble buildings blocks of home, of spring. I watched. They shone in winter sunlight, a symbol…

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 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 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 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…

    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   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…

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

the home and the body a wandering leaf on the tea kettle, boiling like the blackness of captains abandoning ship: this is what the morning did to me and what…

How to Grow Baby’s Breath Let Spring Equinox untangle the baby’s breath of your exhaustion. Be gentle with yourself, but if the buds fall, hold them, the pieces of spirit…

Winter solstice sun I took my lunch outside today, quite late,               to sit on a metal chair whose chill struck deep. My hands…

It isn’t yet spring, but if she puts an ear to the ground where the snow has thawed, she’ll sometimes catch the sound of mills grinding below. She whispers into…