Small “e” earth
By Kat Couch
“a great blue pearl, and / not the fine flour / of the mesa / under your feet”
Texas, May 1999
By Sylvia Fox
“Here I kiss the peach fuzz undersides of dandelion leaves, / of sharp-edged thistle for the tingle left behind, / my mouth a new land too”
2025 Nature Poetry Prize: Winners & Finalists
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Flaming June
“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”
Featured Poetry
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Sixth Mass Extinction
“Name this revenge. Name it absence. Name / the embers numberless as stars as / our daughter walks alone”
The Season of Smoke
By Nwodo Divine
“At the mouth of the village, children gather snail shells. / They press them to their ears to listen to the death of rain.”
Sonnet Overheard at Phone Booth
By Elane Kim
“I am leaving a message at the tone and a song / that will loop and a bird or two to peck at all the crumbs / I have left behind.”