Category: Poetry

by Rachael Clyne Sithee wingless, I am cum ter tek thee fer tha’ll’t ne’er mek it alone. I shall carry thee thru yon veil an’ on where tiz same-colour as me coa...

by Gerry Boland a sow stands short-shackled to a concrete floor decked with shit-smelling piss-soaked wooden slats she shifts and struggles wrenches with sumo n...

by Julie-ann Rowell Steep above me, on the handle of a red cedar, sits white-haired fish eater, steering for a chance. I wait for his drop to the rocks, flash o...

by Ian McLachlan Shaking palms snap buzzing machine heart thwack of wheels shouts under red skies; in hiding. Are they born mad? We say they are born mad. They ...

by Lisa Kemmerer Activist-philosopher-professor, Dr. Lisa Kemmerer is the author/editor of nine books, including Eating Earth: Dietary Choice and Environmental ...

by Karen Lloyd In the spring I’ll travel to the valley – a witness to the sky-dance of the last Golden Eagle, writing his own elegy across the clouds. Rig...

Salmo salar by Char March She hangs in the autumn water, a kite in her element tugged by river-wind. Her nose searches the currents for scents of the gravel bed...

Albatross-Stair by Laura M Kaminski When you decide to leave the beach, a clumsy burst of speed across the sand, a leap of faith, a prayer requesting lift, suff...

Buffalo Nickels By Donald Illich Buffalos lived on nickels because kangaroos kept jumping off, sloths slid from their faces, bald eagles tore the metal with cla...

TAMING THE ZOO by Julia Older If there is a wild, let it be a little wild. _______________________Park Manager The leopard lies on the operating table, her four...