Poetry – Issue 7.1
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...
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...
Gary Cook is a Dorset-based environmental painter and The Ecologist’s Artist in Residence whose work highlights the damage we are inflicting on our wildli...
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...
by Stephen Rutt It had died in the past hour. Severed, crimson-fresh, and glassy eyed. Soft to touch — pre rigor mortis. I’d pulled it out of the long grass und...
by Michael Engelhard Everything is flowing—going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. —John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra (19...
by Kimberly Moynahan Or in the night, imagining some fear How easy is a bush supposed a bear! ______________– Shakespeare. “A Midsummer’s Night Drea...
“I want to inspire real change in the way we treat our environment. Making people aware that these birds exist is the first step. I like to paint birds th...
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...