Poetry – Issue 6.2
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...
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...
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...
by Danny Adcock The onshore wind is insistent like toothache. Waves break on the beach in long curls of white foam, and dissipate on the sand and are sucked bac...
by Isaac Yuen I turn to the page on you, eventually. I am sorry that it’s been so long, that I am so late. This edition of All the World’s Animals in my ...
by Carrie Naughton In April 1962, at Moore’s Landing in what is now the Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge in South Carolina, a group of observer...
Hare by Jane Lovell Early morning air slice-cold below total blue, and he’s sitting, bold as a stray, on the lawn tasting the breeze, absorbing every ripple wit...
by Daniel Hudon — Heteralocha acutirostris In the early dawn of the land of the land of the long white cloud, the clear, flute-like song of the huia rang ...
by Susie Greenhill So cold the day the first eggs hatch. A wind the colour of salt and smoke whips across the ledge where you have built your nest. You a...