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We’re THRILLED to share our 2025 Pushcart Prize nominations 🧡

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November 18, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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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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
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August 6, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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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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
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August 4, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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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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
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July 29, 2025 at 7:21 PM
From “Solstice,” by Hailey Leithauser in Ecotone 37 🌕

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

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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
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July 28, 2025 at 8:29 PM
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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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
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July 25, 2025 at 11:17 PM
From “Look Up Mammal,” by Carolyn Oliver in Ecotone 37 🌕

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

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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
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July 24, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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
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July 22, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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
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July 22, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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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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
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July 8, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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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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
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July 1, 2025 at 8:33 PM