* * * Karasu, or One for the Crows Kobe, 2017 Interludes of birdsongs pierce the bustling city, but there are no birds. Only black boxes hidden in the…
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featured photo by Talitha May * * * End of the World When I finally found you It was the end of the world. The corals bleached The eastern trees…
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* * * good of you a crow lands just in front of me on the blackwire turns his beak sideways his opal eyes canine he knows i walk here…
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* * * Even the Crows At sundown Venus, small __and brighter than the moon blazes in the Western Sky __Lanky Maples dress up their dull grey bones __in an…
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The morning after the neighbors cut down the tree, my yard was quiet. The crows that for the last 15 years had woken me every morning like an alarm clock…
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* * * I. You already know how I feel about crows and the girls they follow, crows who make little distinction between a worm and an eye plucked from…
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My mother has purchased antique cap guns to get the crows. She hates the crows because they cornered a squirrel in her backyard. She watched them from the kitchen window…
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PoetryThe Birds: portrait of the artist’s trichotillomania as crows (study for woodshed), andrew wyeth, tempera on panel, 1944
after Julissa Emile, Anita Dias, Golden, Brandon Melendez, & Valin Paige when under emotional distress, as with a cage that does not provide breath for its wings, a domesticated…
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Push your cheek against the porch window. Ha! How fitting the ruckus should come from the neighbors! you snicker. Then, remember how whenever you’d complain about the young couple next…