Bottom of the Food Chain
by James Michael Dorsey Sound skims over the water like a flat stone, distorting distance while betraying those who would move silently through the morning fog ...
by James Michael Dorsey Sound skims over the water like a flat stone, distorting distance while betraying those who would move silently through the morning fog ...
by Sarah Thomas A saloon car pulls up beside us and its spotless body perfectly reflects our anoraked forms. A greying man with a youthful smile hops out. ̶...
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...
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...
by Elizabeth Lee Reynolds House sparrows chirp viciously from opposing rooftops. As I make my way along the road it begins to feel like a scene from The Birds. ...
by Gill McEvoy The forest smells sappy and moist and fungal. And it is dark, so dark. I am dazzled by the darkness. The jungle looms up abruptly, a great...