“Can you hear it?” he repeated.
“What? The sea? Sure.”
“Not the sea. Them. Their song.”
“Them – you mean the whales?”
“The mermaids.”
by Csilla Kleinheincz and Bogi Takács
Author Archives: Mermaids Monthly
This is Your Home
“We started going to house showings as soon as the scales began to shimmer under your skin like oil on water.”
by Stefan Slater
Merfolks as a Passage from My Thoughts and Doings
‘We are no myth, we are not
merely fish, not simply women.”
by Angela Gabrielle Fabunan
One Last Shriek
“The day I told you I was leaving, you clutched a river stone in your tiny hand and threatened to throw it at my head. I knew you wouldn’t. You loved that stone. ”
by Jenn Reese
The Abyssal Architect
“The day I told you I was leaving, you clutched a river stone in your tiny hand and threatened to throw it at my head. I knew you wouldn’t. You loved that stone. ”
by Jenn Reese
Awoken
“When I was younger, I dreamed of flying; now my dreams are full of seawater, lush green seaweeds and sand shining as bright as lost Spanish gold”
by Mila Nowak
The Ghosts of Mermaids & The Answer Atop Mermaid’s Rest
“The ghosts of mermaids can not sing to the sea.”
by Coral Alejandra Moore & Cathin Yang
Seafloor Skull
Underwater Eclipse by Cito Wheelington
A Thousand Souls
“The day I told you I was leaving, you clutched a river stone in your tiny hand and threatened to throw it at my head. I knew you wouldn’t. You loved that stone. ”
by Jenn Reese
portrait of a girl in water
‘We are no myth, we are not
merely fish, not simply women.”
by Angela Gabrielle Fabunan
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