Porth Mawr, Pembrokeshire
by Rob Pickford All summer the beach had rung to the sounds of children and witnessed the silent shouts of surfers. This evening a quiet stillness envelopes my ...
Category: Short Pieces
The Sea Wasps: Chironex fleckeri
by Marija Smits Saltwater rich in iodine calls to us; it sings to our aeons-old nervous system. It speaks to our cells: it is time. It is time. We see all and s...
What Remains
by Thomas Lloyd It had been a dry year. Not the driest within memory, but a dry one nonetheless. The trees had at first thrown out their leaves, greedy to suck ...
Brave Bird
by Isaac Yuen While doing laps at the pool one day, I came to the conclusion that the penguin is the most courageous and admirable of birds, because swimming is...
Bees, our Much-needed Friends
by Gill McEvoy It is quite common to see bumble bees out foraging quite late in the evening, even in cooler weather, long after the honey bee has retired to the...
Bigfoot
by Richard LeBlond The day had been scheduled for cold air out of Canada, a lousy way to start up June. But by the time we had gathered at the parking lot near ...
A Flash of Orange
by Dawn Wyndham Her gentle elongated face was etched with tiredness. Delayed by giving birth two days ago, she was the last to flee. Amid the flames and smoke b...
A Sweet Wild Note: What We Hear When Birds Sing – an extract
by Richard Smyth To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never heard a buck fart. But I have heard a cuckoo sing, if you can call it a song, so I have a rough i...
Puddle
by Ferris Jabr Every day the furless seals come to the shore, stomachs swinging at their side. They promptly regurgitate for us. Finned morsels fly toward our y...
No one mourns an unnamed animal: Why naming animals might help save them
by Midge Raymond When I volunteered to help with a penguin census at the Punta Tombo colony in Patagonia, among the thousands of birds I counted, one of them st...