Goodness, Duck Tattoo, where are you going? Duck Tattoo couldn’t answer because Duck Tattoo couldn’t talk, but Duck Tattoo clearly seemed to need something. It left its home in the…
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Photo Credit: Craig Foltz, Samoa 2010. Can I tell you something? I’ve never run into the ocean at full speed. I’ve never crashed into utility poles or ruptured…
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Several times over the past month, this has been the scene: my girlfriend and I wake up in the middle of the night, and without fail, we proceed to make…
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Aerophobia –inspired, at least in part, by Rilke’s “Sonnets To Orpheus, Part Two, XII” sleeplessness: insomnia, like doubt, befalls the listless. the autopsy of interactions and thoughtloop of potential…
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The Swimming Birds The top of the lake Is a solid white slab Seared through With hairline cracks. Because of people, Because of strolling, The top of the lake Also…
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3 the falcon confronts the music the date smudged with names the grand parade when men leave church I can’t forget the first stories the way of birds announces itself…
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THE PRINTMAKER This time, the scent the back-of-the-throat tang of fresh red ink cut with Citrasolv A thick bank of red cherry-slick and knifed out like a delicacy You roll…
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My mother pulls the wooden box out from under her sink and there is the necklace I had been looking for all year. A small jeweled bird on a branch,…
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Above the lively chorus of Curtis Mayfield’s “Move On Up,” my dad expressed excited interest in a dead bird on the side of the dry CA I-5. I asked him…
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Raptor On the phone, you describe a hawk stalking a wren on the woodpile. Probably a Cooper’s, you say, not sure which bird to root for. The hawk has all…
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Tuning into honking geese, a sneeze bouncing off the back of a bronze bust. Heather McShane’s recent explorations involve pairing text…
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Crow Totem This soft, human flesh Proves insufficient covering Belies the strength of muscled mass Attached to ligaments inside of me The homo-sapien taxonomy Wasted on these weak stemmed…
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DEAR DIARY Today I found a young pigeon in the garden. It was asleep for a very long time. When it started walking around with its eyes closed, I didn’t…
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A big blue-gray bird, inscrutable Unknown species, though he seemed To know his way in the neighborhood, Fluttered to land with the big man’s grace, Nested outside William’s window The…
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