“We had long since dropped any formalities between us; as Nereids, we were sisters even if she had married a mortal.”
by E. Catherine Tobler
Category Archives: August
Canto for a Mermaid
“Halfway down the path/I couldn’t see the house/but I could hear the sea.”
by William Heath
I Am Not Your Tragedy
“It used to be death, losing your tail. Not that we tell those kinds of stories.”
by Carlie St. George and Clare McCanna
I Want to Be Where the People Are: Disability and The Shape of Water
“The Shape of Water made me feel less human.”
by Elsa Sjunneson
What Mother Failed to Mention about Dating a Mer-Man
by LindaAnn LoSchiavo This poem originally appeared in the collection, A Route Obscure and Lonely (Wapshott Press, 2019) Don’t catalogue your insecurities,Believing he can drown unwanted pain. Assuming he’d enjoy your local poolIs incorrect. He’s used to privacy. All make-up should be waterproof, wet skinDabbed silver. Coral jewelry should notBe store-bought. It’s always inherited.Get usedContinue reading “What Mother Failed to Mention about Dating a Mer-Man”
Loving the Other: Hans Christian Andersen and the evolution of mermaid romance in Western media
“Humans have always been fascinated by the notion of people who live in the sea. Mermaid romance combines the allure of the water with the irresistible tug of the unattainable and a dash of sex. ”
by Carrie Sessarego
Underwater Eclipse
Underwater Eclipse by Cito Wheelington
Mami – Wata
“There had been another sighting of a mami-wata, mermaid to you and me, somewhere in the Cross Rivers State. The social media sites were going crazy with purported eyewitness accounts of a half-woman, half-fish being seen sitting on a rock by the creeks. Some even suggested there was a YouTube video.”
by Tony Ogunlowo
The Sea King’s Second Bride
“I love him — how I love him, immediate and sudden
The way you love a rainstorm, the Milky Way, a leopard
That reckless love of wild things after years pent in a city”
by C. S. E. Cooney
Self portrait as ocean bed
“I am refaced again,
I know nothing other than
the shelled pearls, schools of mustard fish,
a wavering mass of wondrous creatures wandering, ”
by S. Rupsha Mitra
