* * * Tillandsia Tillandsia; quiet birds of the forests, Perched and flocked ‘tween ebbing bark, of arboreal tenements; nests, of tropical richness where dreams embark. “What of life do…
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* * * Attention I did not plan to see the heron landing on the bank of the pond at dusk, but he came anyway, circling the edge of the…
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* * * I worry about the birds in a rain like this. Where do they go? Someone told me once that in a bad storm seabirds ride the…
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* * * Vultures High in the cottonwood fingered wings bend the air, the swoosh of black wool robes. * * * Day’s End, Twoloon Lane Who cooks…
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* * * 5. Do Own thy known. Two owls swoop to low hoots, or bolt, two bold moons. No two got torn. Books or told words hold rot. Crooks…
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It’s a terrible road to be running on, I know. The shoulder is gravelly and uneven. Trash is strewn about from the nearby dump. I normally don’t run on roads…
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Dear Carole, Today I learned that like humans, birds have four-chambered hearts. Can you imagine? In those tiny, frail-boned bodies with feathers that float right off in a healthy breeze.…
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Birds look at me with inquisitively cocked heads like they’re asking a rhetorical question and nothing I say will be the right answer but nothing I say will be the…
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Paper Goong-goong Upon watching the PBS documentary on Asian Americans, my Mother texts us: I now know why my father did not want to talk about WWII or the past.…
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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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Before we were told to avoid air travel, but after the lines at Costco were thirty people deep, the house finches chose our ledge. Through the window I saw one…
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All that time ago Tom Gunn set himself up as boss of the wood. The fat ones got their names then. On the long scrubby hills which ran up to…
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There was a period of time–six or nine months–when I became obsessed with Great Blue Herons. Or not really obsessed, exactly. Obsession holds too much weight, and this was something…
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* * * guess it fell from the tree? or maybe it had a heart attack, a sudden loss of its will to sing without an audience. his electric callouses…
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