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A biannual magazine that seeks to reimagine place. Founded & made at UNCW. Winner, 2022 AWP Small Press Publisher Award & 2023 Firecracker Award
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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
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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 5, 2025 at 5:41 PM
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From “September Lament After an August Away,” by Susan Blackwell Ramsey in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Spring distracts us with daffodils... But where now are tomatoes in boxes and bags? The chipmunks have eaten.”

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September Lament after an August Away - Ecotone
The chipmunks have eaten my first Brandywines,      the New Girls all clustering thick on their vines are riddled with holes and are hanging like rags,
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August 4, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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From “Moon Jelly,” by Lisa Williams in Ecotone 37 🌕

“I will feed it to you from my cold hand // all its eggs bobbing and in each, an eye, asleep. // You hold it on your tongue and then, to the moon, return it...”

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Moon Jelly - Ecotone
I will feed it to you        from my cold hand all its eggs bobbing               and in each, an eye, asleep. You hold it on your tongue and
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August 1, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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From “Rondeau for a Long-distance Love,” by Allison Joseph in Ecotone 37 🌕

“I take your books to bed with me / enchanted by the history / of how you’ve lived and where you’ve been...”

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Rondeau for a Long-distance Love - Ecotone
I take your books to bed with me, enchanted by the history of how you’ve lived and where you’ve been— your days of fortitude or sin, your years of
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July 31, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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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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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
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July 30, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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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
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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
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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
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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
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From “Snowy-white, Rosy-red, Will you?” by Clare Beams in Ecotone 37 🌕

“To look at them was to want to eat them, which was what I wanted to do to my delicious baby daughters too...”
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Snowy-white, Rosy-Red, Will You? - Ecotone
I had two baby girls at once and named them for the rose trees on either side of my front door. Snow-white, Rose-red. Their father had already left us,
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July 23, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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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
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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
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From “On the Verge,” by Catalina Ocampo Londoño in Ecotone 37 🌕

“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...”
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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July 21, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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From “The Witch Dreams of Black Bulls,” by Lina Maria Ferreira Cabeza-Vanegas in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Because it is a game of darts in the dark, an animal charging at full speed and a sword sliding through muscle and fur...”
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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July 21, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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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 17, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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From “Herb Robert, which I find growing on a walk after class,” by Jimmy Kindree in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Late fall, still here. / Five-lobed high-heel pink, and I, this / Late fall, still hear / You unsheathe a next seedhead spear...”
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July 16, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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From “Eclipse,” by David Gessner in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Behind the gauzy image of pink rock, the sky was bruised a darker violet, marked by an even darker purple of tattered clouds sliced by slashes of orange.”
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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July 15, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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From “Missing Girl,” by Lauren Hohle in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Her face appeared on television and in the smudged ink of the morning newspaper, on the sweating cartons of milk served at Hannah’s school, and sometimes in Hannah’s dreams.”
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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July 14, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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From “Blessing for the End Times,” by Julia Bouwsma in Ecotone 37 🌕

“I need every unnamed pocked riverbed on every planet I’ll never visit // & some days I need to pretend I am a sweater woven of only a single / strand...”
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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July 11, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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From “December: Green in Winter: On Henry David Thoreau’s Kalendar,” by Kristen Case in Ecotone 37:

“Though Thoreau had for many years been keeping lists and charts of individual observations of the natural world, ...” (CONTINUED)
December: Green in Winter - Ecotone
In the spring of 1860, at the height of his intellectual powers and the peak of his political engagement, Henry David Thoreau created something new. Part
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July 11, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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From “Fall :: Viburnum,” by Katharine Whitcomb in Ecotone 37 🌕

“Before leaves lose their green, the season sighs a beat / in September, a pause, & once ferocious weeds / die back. Ripe tomatoes torch in dry foliage, drop seeds. . .”
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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July 9, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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From “The Dreams of a Descendant of Sirenuse: Works in Glass,” by Amber Cowan in Ecotone 37 🌕

“My almost coincidental discovery of a barrel of old cullet transformed into a passion for history and industry, and a new love affair with the material with which I was already in love.”
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July 8, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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From “An Abundance of Os,” by Anna Lena Phillips Bell, in Ecotone 37 🌕

“It’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve been looking forward to this, Ecotone’s Moon Issue, for years—and I’m thankful to be able to share it with you at this moment, when that solace feels ever more needed.”
An Abundance of Os - Ecotone
In a hard time or a good time, the moon is a steady solace. It’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve been looking forward to this, Ecotone’s Moon Issue, for
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July 7, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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From “Bedtime Story for a Father,” by Alejandro Lucero:

“Sweating through his shirt, the father, praying to soak his feet in ice, / praying the food in the fridge won’t spoil and the smell won’t attract more bugs, / eats like a dog in the dark.”

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Bedtime Story for a Father - Ecotone
On a shelf between photos of his family sits a row of dusty candles a father never lights. The electricity’s out. In the hot summer night, bugs find their
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July 7, 2025 at 11:30 PM