The Return - Ecotone In the place where rivers meet near the temple of forest we once lived with wavering shadows of darkness, light, and the fruits that grew from our

From “The Return,” by Linda Hogan in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Grasses swallow earth and vines consume the sunlight / To create the small egg-shaped gourds.”

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Bleachflood - Ecotone 1. Every year the Year of the Weevil, Dead bees sprinkling the gravel, Honey and harvest laced with ricin, Muir Woods blazing, kyrie eleison. Withered

From “Bleachflood,” by Amit Majmudar in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Every year the Year of the Weevil, / Dead bees sprinkling the gravel, / Honey and harvest laced with ricin...”

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Late Night Letdown - Ecotone little queen of take of squeal & swallow her kingdom tugs at her bidding its heavy tides her fists like pin curls spring against the light everything

From “Late Night Let Down,” by Katherine Indermaur in Ecotone 37 🌕

“her kingdom tugs / at her bidding its heavy tides // her fists like pin curls / spring against the light”

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Ghost Fishing - Ecotone All that we didn’t know to mourn, we fished for: the slick scales of a blue morning breathing, the gilled ghost of moon we fished for, its slick scales of

From “Ghost Fishing,” by Sara Kass in Ecotone 37 🌕

“We gulped down / promises of light, of warmth, of more time / owed to us. We tried to drown out // how it all had to end. . .”

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Solstice - Ecotone I’m waiting up late for this great moon to burn out. Certainly, soon, its bulb must pop in a white heartstop fission of light, and small bats dance the

From “Solstice,” by Hailey Leithauser in Ecotone 37 🌕

“I’m waiting up late / for this great moon / to burn out. . .”

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A hard-edged glow - Ecotone Who loved me when I was a tough-skinned melon—a lump of red coal—the porous lip of a dug-out skunk hole? I have only a small amount of magic now. Spells

From “A hard-edged glow,” by Rachel Nelson in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Who loved me / when I was a tough-skinned / melon—a lump // of red coal...”

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Look Up Mammal - Ecotone Look up mammal > prompts the phone, unprompted. I do           look up, mammal that I am: the scarred parasol          beech—gray-skinned

From “Look Up Mammal,” by Carolyn Oliver in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Look up mammal > / prompts the phone, unprompted. I do...”

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Revelation of the Porpoise - Ecotone It was literally raining fish of all descriptions—sharks, tuna, porpoises! —James R. Smallen, on a hydrogen bomb test and the ensuing tidal wave in the

From “Revelation of the Porpoise,” by Su Love in Ecotone 37 🌕

“O! Allsound, inrush, rip-sweep, erupting– / I lost the count–blazestar music hurling...”

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Revelation of the Porpoise - Ecotone It was literally raining fish of all descriptions—sharks, tuna, porpoises! —James R. Smallen, on a hydrogen bomb test and the ensuing tidal wave in the

From “Revelation of the Porpoise,” by Su Love in Ecotone 37 🌕

“O! Allsound, inrush, rip-sweep, erupting– / I lost the count–blazestar music hurling...”

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On the Verge - Ecotone Traveling through the Atacama Desert we drive into a lake of salt— el salar, they call it: a white crust that some Frenchman called lunar, despoiling, dry

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The Witch Dreams of Black Bulls - Ecotone The child is sick. Pale, listless, and not yet one year old. His mother holds him close, feeds him spoonfuls of syrup, vials of bitter drops, and all the

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The Moon Moves - Ecotone Box step. Feather step. Whisking. Winging. Weaving steps in the shape of a grapevine. Swiveling hips and pulling arms: flossing, flossing. Feeling the

From “The Moon Moves,” by Elissa Favero in Ecotone 37 🌕

“To bring home the far reaches of the universe, my father gathered and shaped the materials of this world.”

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Eclipse - Ecotone It was the fall of 1996, a lunar eclipse was looming, and the world was different. Back in Boulder the four of us—my younger brother, my old friend Hones,

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Missing Girl - Ecotone Hannah and Michael were playing missing girl again. A jump rope snaked around Hannah’s waist, lacing her to the base of the oak in her front yard. Hannah

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Blessing for the End Times - Ecotone We can’t stop counting backwards & why not? Tonight’s moon, blood- blistering her eclipse as our necks crane star-ward, should be answer enough.

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Fall :: Viburnum - Ecotone Before leaves lose their green, the season sighs a beat     in September, a pause, & once-ferocious weeds die back. Ripe tomatoes

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Firefly Ode - Ecotone The hundred lanterns rising from the grass Had once resided underground As if in bunkers waiting for the sound Of an all clear from the tilt of earth’s

From “Firefly Ode” by Jason Gray in Ecotone 37 🌕:

“As the sky turned down, I made my trespass / Into their constellation. The air unbound / The hundred lanterns.”

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Solo - Ecotone O mono-Moon, who throws cold frowns on fools who woo,    O mono-Moon, no cotton wool nor soft cocoon, who holds no roof

From “Solo,” by Susan McLean in Ecotone 37 🌕:

“O mono-Moon, / who throws cold frowns on fools who woo, / O mono-Moon, / no cotton wool nor soft cocoon . . .”

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73 (Song, with Wrens’ Wings) - Ecotone I dreamed I was such as are of a clean heart,              for they are not in trouble, as other men              are. They don’t get plagued. Whenever

From “73 (Song, with Wrens’ Wings),” by Nathaniel Perry in Ecotone 37 🌕:

“Whenever they sin // they feel alright about it. They do not start / everything over.”

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Ma Barker Floats Across Lake Weir - Ecotone the most vicious, dangerous, and resourceful criminal brain of the last decade. —J. Edgar Hoover, upon Ma Barker’s death by FBI shootout, 1935 The most

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Pancake Ode - Ecotone Buckwheat disc with a crispy edge, stave off mourning, morning flirt. Little pancake like a ledge (stave off mourning, morning flirt) from which to peer

From “Pancake Ode” by Molly Peacock in Ecotone 37 🌕:

“What makes me so alive I eat /
a buckwheat disc with a crispy edge?”

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