A Portion of Our June by camila hernández under the warm mirror of an afternoon, her body takes back its golden oil, distils the light,...

Gleanings by laurie koensgen My skin was one with summer then, siennaed by the sun and grass-green at the knees and it was never enough...

For Robert, Paddling Across Smooth Water by madeleine french Casting a line through silver morning mist, he waits. With that first tug, I...

1622 Truth Spell by chrissy stegman It was before we knew the crayfish moved backward and away from our bucket. Each creature trying to...

The Possibility of Forgiveness by john robert grogan After ‘I wish I could write to you from underwater’. — Ada Limón When it boils down...

I Grow Tired Of Drowning, For I Am Not A Witch by helen jenks I have written so many things, changed the speaker of my poems like a...

Tiny Golden Ovals Massed Wet and Gleaming by sue chenette where I turn to walk up Jane Street the day damp wind and scudding thought...

Clearing by aoife-marie buckley New Year’s morning, I walk out early to last night’s prow. We all held hands and gave our Auld Lang Syne...

METAMORPHOSIS by zainab abubakar Eid & there is the smell of a busy morning of cloves & someone making tea of green leaves doused in...

Maslow's Pyramid by richard devereux Now you’ve retired, they ask, how will you fill your time? It’s as if they know a sink-hole will...

Window on Pamet Marsh by deirdri reddington for maya Heron stands, neck a blade of salt grass genuflecting skyward like your hands in...

The language of leaves by denise o'hagan Isabella and the pot of basil: A modern retelling (after Boccaccio’s novella in the Decameron,...

Matroyska/Four Ages by claire burnett I clear deadwood / gather discarded angle iron pull away the suspended floor of bindweed /...

and god saw everything he made, and behold, it was very good (genesis 2:31) by stephanie holden you are your own god re born under a ...

down by hana wilde when you were a seal, your belly reflected in the water, a harvest moon skin split with silver, you moved quietly...

Diana and Actaeon by thea hatton How likely the story the stink of you rustling the leaves of the bush where you lay hidden...

Commute from the Latin commutare, "to change altogether" by martin kennedy yates The sky this morning is all the elements dissolved in...

III. II. I. by lucy holmes Let her water rise up to meet me That godly tide - dividing- the land at the shore Rising, polarising, Calling...

BREAKWATER by rachel jeffcoat My son tells me that tomorrow, in class, they are building tiny sea defences. They stop the land from being...

To Adonis by ernest kearney Have the crimson anemones flowered yet? Under the sun scorched earth the sea did take you. Alone. And yet...