Nightingale & Sparrow

Category: woodland (Issue No. VIII)

  • LITTLE HOUSE IN THE WOODS

    LITTLE HOUSE IN THE WOODS

    Martina Rimbaldo

    Martina Rimbaldo

  • Seed and Stem

    Seed and Stem

    Laurence Levy-Atkinson

    All summer long the mango trees shed
    The best parts of themselves,
    I didn’t even need to scrabble up them
    To find it and our mothers screamed from the porch
    When we did that anyway.

    The ones that fell first were bitter
    After you tore the skin off
    So we didn’t keep them and threw them away
    Seed and stem, into the shade of the farmhouse.
    They rotted all summer long

    While we climbed and stole the better ones, the newer ones,
    Which were sweeter than you could wish for
    And sickly when you ate too many.
    Which of course we did,
    Too young to know any outside limits.

    The greener mangoes eventually ripened and fell
    But we’d had our fill by then
    And they rolled and rotted with the ones before them.
    That was after we were gone though,
    By a time when we’d eaten all we could

    And there was nothing left to climb
    Or find. Nothing green anymore.
    Or maybe there was and I just wasn’t there
    To see it. When you’re plucked seed and stem,
    You don’t get a chance to know.

    Laurence Levy-Atkinson

  • Impressionism at the Sinkhole

    Impressionism at the Sinkhole

    Gaby Bedetti

    Gaby Bedetti

  • Sarah D. Meiklejohn

    Sarah D. Meiklejohn

    Creative Nonfiction Contributor

    Sarah D. Meiklejohn is a freelance content writer living in South Philadelphia with her husband Joe and their three rescued cats. When she is not writing, Sarah spends her time daydreaming about flying, watching horror movies, and taking long walks in the woods.


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    Works in Nightingale & Sparrow

    A New England Folk Tale

     

  • HOW DO YOU CALL THE WATERFALL OF LEAVES

    HOW DO YOU CALL THE WATERFALL OF LEAVES

    Martina Rimbaldo

    Martina Rimbaldo

  • Leaf Falling in the Woods

    Leaf Falling in the Woods

    Gaby Bedetti

    Gaby Bedetti

  • Maria S. Picone

    Maria S. Picone

    Creative Nonfiction Contributor

    Maria S. Picone (she/her/hers) writes, paints, and teaches from her home in South Carolina. Her writing has been published in Kissing Dynamite, Ligeia, and Q/A Poetry, among others. A Korean adoptee, Maria often explores themes of identity, exile, and social issues facing
    Asian Americans. She received an MFA in fiction from Goddard College and holds degrees in philosophy and political science. You
    can find more on her website, mariaspicone.com, or Twitter @mspicone.


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    Works in Nightingale & Sparrow

    Nature Sketches

     

  • Finding Bats in the Spring Wood at Twilight

    Finding Bats in the Spring Wood at Twilight

    Barbara A Meier

    Inspired by “Finding the Cat in a Spring Night at Midnight” by Pattiann Rogers

    It takes a certain hearing, to discern the bat from the bird
    in a late afternoon, when the light diminishes Woodrat Mountain.
    I hear the swoop of wings beating the soft air
    of twilight, humming in the down-sweep
    of a dusky afternoon breeze

    An aerial battlefield of nectar and mosquito,
    with the feeding buzz of the fringed myotis,
    and the whir of the dive-bombing male rufous hummingbird.

    Bright Venus comes out to play
    with the silver fishing hook moon,
    Pacific tree frogs bellow their desire in her cold light,
    cicadas hammering away at their legs:
    a symphony of sound crescendoing
    then pianissimo
    when they discern my steps into the night.

    I lose sight of the magical creatures living in the night.
    Pausing the recording of my life in their silence
    of fear,
    waiting for the confidence to come back;
    first, one whir,
    a solitary croak,
    then joining in an adagio of night wings born at the
    edge
    of the forest
    up to the meadow
    sliding gray to brown to black.

    Barbara A. Meier