TINY SEED LITERARY JOURNAL

Yesterday, I compartmentalized hope. 72 squares, seeded and soaked, I laid a clear cover on top of each cell, Like the veils I place over my heart— Sometimes. But this…

  Photography by Anne Leigh Parrish Award-winning writer Anne Leigh Parrish’s next novel, an open door, will be published in October 2022 by Unsolicited Press. Recent titles from Unsolicited Press…

  Poem and Photograph by Carol Wolf   Carol Wolf is a graphic designer and fine artist living in northern New Jersey. She received her BFA from the School of…

When fall winds dry and tear green grasses, drying blades appear as mortals. Though summers vivify green masses, fall winds tear and dry the grasses very thin and verdant grass…

Following tracks into the brush is a losing game. They disappear under yellow to brown leaves, broken branches and into damp earth during the dying season. All things wear down,…

It’s just an old snag. Worthless old wood, not even useful for firewood. Worm-eaten, brittle and in chards. But look closer beneath the crevices and crannies. The dried-out heartwood still…

All along the hollow lane, wild cherry lets its petals fall, not like confetti, but flake by desultory flake discarded, their purpose served, as Spring bustles on whistling. Its focus…

When my time comes around/lay me gently in the cold dark earth/ no grave can hold my body down/ I’ll crawl home to earth” – Hozier – Work Song Lower…

When I look at the fence I built, four-feet tall, as the dogs romp, I worry about after, when we are gone. What care embraces land? The turkeys and the…

Photograph by Stuart Terman Nice to travel but happier to find our way home to this July/sunset over Lake Erie, as a surprise welcome. I thought this picture--taken as the…

Garden escapees—thanks to birds, insects, wind, and human hands, They settle in the wild and breed, whether intentionally or not. I have never been one to like the taming of…

Poem by Anita Sullivan I'm a poet living among the magnificent trees of the Pacific Northwest. I've published both essay and poetry collections, am a founding member of the poetry…

Poem by Adele Beebe Adele Beebe currently lives and creates in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, which provides so much inspiration for subject matter, color, texture, and…

The impeded stream is the one that sings.” Wendell Berry Rain in the Forecast Come on first autumn rainfall stun the leaves, knock free the dust soften the oak’s dry…

The tide, coming in, pushes up neat clumps of seaweed, glistening green, like the “grass” dumped from an easter basket. Waves roll in with a gentle power, pushing the last…

Silent for so long, the angel whispers again. Her message comes through birling basswood leaves: Dance! She points to ripples streaming to the lakeshore, reminds me all boundaries are sand…

The bloodroot is blooming. Ivory clumps of guiltless blossoms shine among tumbled blocks of limestone. Halting my journey, I can’t keep my eyes from the old quarry walls that shelter…

Today the winds have them, violent and beautiful, La Danse Apache pulled and pushed from side to side purple spikes bend twist, pitch, roll. Emerald branches reach out like spurned…

Growing up an “army brat”, Reena Kapoor lived all over India and feels lucky for having had that wandering life. Reena has been muddling with poetry for over a decade.…

In that narrow strip between the road and the woods, we are searching for the hidden entrance, marked by a concrete pylon and a dirt footpath. It’s tucked in among…

I cut off my arm. Numb from shoulder to hand, it didn't hurt. I used a coping saw to stop it wandering and in the garden I burnt the only…

Poem by Girard Tournesol I've had a largely private poetry practice for 45 years publishing under pen name Girard Tournesol. I've published two books of poetry. My work has appeared…

Skyfall over the meadow is its usual dusky, almost sullen blue, draping itself over the tops of the ancient trees that line the path to the sea. Your absence is…

desolate regions between kindness arid soil of heartbreak howling winds of lies empty shadows of hunger hand upon the fist the fist in the face in the dark alleys of…

What you need are pebbles— more—hard to find— on Antarctica Peninsula— and a spot for building your nest with expectant mate. You found the right smooth stone for wooing her…