featured photo: every needle and rootlet, by Mollie Oblinger wood, yarn, 28”x44”x10”, 2013 * * * The Myth of the Underage Woman What I think is a hummingbird, heart rate…
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featured photo by Talitha May * * * Where They Gather They gather here in Bothell Near where the old Safeway used to be; The concrete broken and ground away,…
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featured image by Maggie Chirdo * * * The Five Songbirds of Grief Denial Canaries in coal mines alerted toiling miners to dangerous levels of carbon monoxide. I once…
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I did not find them. They found me. I was on the roof in the late afternoon, trying to fix one of the rotors on Municipal Drone-40. I’ve never been…
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* * * Friday the 13th in March of 2020 was a day of threes. It was the last day that schools and daycares were open before the first lockdown…
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* * * Corvus The hawk I hoped to see has, in its approach, diminished to a crow pecking the ground. Just a crow, the kind found wherever I’ve lived,…
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* * * The Crow A Crow is a rebel that breaks the rules, He’s smart, he’s goth, he uses tools. * * * The Double Crested Cormorant This…
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There is something about your hands, the gentle attentiveness with which they allow the beetle to crawl over them, crossing the same space over and over again as you move…
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I recognized the internal rotation of her shoulders, the near scowl on her face as she strode haltingly through the halls. Self-protection. She had a slight build with long legs…